ROLEPLAY HQ - tavern-drake

It had been too long since Rowan Drake found herself behind the counter of a bar and when an establishment opened up in the quiet town her and Xaiden had found this time, she had to jump at the chance. The bar was called the Tavern and in Yellow Springs, it was a central hub. It had an outside patio as well as inside dining and was located across the street from the local book stores, clothing parlors and jewelry shops. Most people in Yellow Springs were very amicable and laid back, so when two strangers moved into town, they were welcomed with open arms. Xaiden and Rowan had no problem fitting in, although Rowan was a tad more harsh than most people. The Tavern was a dark oaken, tall building with a loft upstairs for those who worked there, but desired other sleeping arrangements. It consisted two cooks, three servers and one bartender; newly appointed Rowan. She had been there a week before she knew where everything was located and a month before she knew almost every regular that came in. As she walked into her Saturday night shift, she felt completely at home. Her low-rise jeans just covered her black heels and her black sweater crop top accentuated her mocha skin; her long black curls reaching farther down her back than the sweater did. She took her place behind the bar and began all manner of drink preparation while she waited; ice, glasses and commonly used alcohols. Her dark eyes scanned the room and her smile was welcoming to anyone who would approach. @Ono

Rowan Drake

Such a strange town.. Is the thought that lingered in Lance's mind as he walked normally through what felt like a peace of "home." Though with a more calm nature; one that was void of constant alien invasions or criminal masterminds trying to fight off a demi-god of an alien who left them wishing they never tried the criminal life. With his hands tucked in the pockets of his regular fit jeans with a Winston style of color. The remainder of his attire complimented the choice of pants with his shirt being a simple white tee and his chestnut loafers that hit the pavement with each step he took down the street. The last article of his clothing was not directly on his person and instead had been held by one hand that rested on his shoulder as he continued to walk around with his irises examining the different stores and spots for food. However this all came to an end as he slowed down until he finally made a complete stop. Now standing before a tavern that looked much like a piece of history from the wild west, he couldn't help but chuckle. It reminded him of a couple of different bars he's frequented in his travels with rogues and cutthroats; it was their main hangout spot when deciding what exploits they may get into next or just to have a damn ol' good time. The dawn shifting to dusk made the sight of this tavern illuminate a bit more than it probably would have normally almost as though it were calling him to finally rest his feet here. With a bit of a shrug, Lance pushed the door open, to get a better look of what the light had concealed. Though while anti-climatic it wasn't a location too special on first look; it was nothing different from any other place serving alcohol that he had frequented in the past. As his eyes once again went to examine his area, the people seemed rather normal, nothing too out of the ordinary for a piece of nightlife. No one seemed to standout other than a bartender who seemed to be just starting her shift. Finally stepping forward, Lance found himself walking closer to the main bar counter that shined with its laminated finished. Despite the wooden appearance, it was obvious this place was in proper maintenance which was a slight relief. Finally resting his feet from a walk that didn't necessarily bother him, Lance dropped his jean jacket on the counter to the right of his location. Reaching his hand out forward, he tapped the counter lightly to hopefully grab the tender's attention, though there didn't seem to be too much of a rush in the words that carried after. "Whenever you get a chance, I could use a good drink, ma'am."

Rowan let her eyes leave the counter for one moment as she ducked below the counter to retrieve a few taller, slimmer glasses and of course, when she rose there was a customer. The light tap revealed he was indeed wanting a drink and not just coming over to toss an unsolicited remark her way, which was welcomed. His voice froze her for a second though. She recognized it. She turned to stare at him, to really get a good look at him and while he was striking, handsome and familiar, all she that came to mind was that pestilent insect: Lee. She sat her glasses down on the table and obviously bore her dark eyes into his features. “I’m sorry, do I…” Then it clicked. The last time she had seen this man was behind the counter of the Speakeasy. Lee must have come to mind because during that encounter, she was too focused on getting him help than welcoming the new bartender. She leaned her forearms on the bar top and smiled a wicked smile before she spoke. “What are you doing here, love?” The adrenaline from seeing a familiar face was short lived. As soon as she asked her question, her smile turned to a closed mouth grin as she leaned back and crossed her arms. “Tell me, what has happened to my beloved Speakeasy.” @Ono

Initially his eyes directed away after he made his request, though the voice that rung through his ears immediately redirected Lance's attention back to the one providing it. There was no mistaking the visage that came upon his eyes as he looked, the same captivating appearance didn't stray at all from the woman Lance had met for a brief time at a previous sidejob he had undertaken. His face gently formed a smile to compliment the one being relayed to him as he finally began to speak. "Hah! This is quite the surprise indeed. I heard this place had wonderful sights, but I never thought it'd be concealing you within it as well. Long time no see." A slight laugh left him as he was greeted with this reminder of how small a world truly could be. It had only been a short while that he known this woman but once again he had made contact with her again. Quickly following that first statement, he replied to the questions that were thrown his way upon her realizing who he was. "I might ask you the same thing, but to answer I'm a bit of a traveler of sorts. It's not too typical for me to move from place to place at any given time. As for your wonderful bar... Hm, where should I begin?" While his demeanor was still relaxed, Lance leaned forward a bit into the counter as he thought about what to begin with in response to the second question. While much had happened, he could easily say very little happened as well. the Speakeasy was a job he had strayed away from for a while, having made an agreement for someone else to take his place for the moment. All the intel he had came from a very reasonable source; someone who was chatty enough to offer more than enough information to supply someone who had left or not been around for some time. "It's still standing to say the least. A lot of folks thought it was rather sudden for you to disappear within a matter of days. I took a bit of a hiatus myself to wrap up some loose ends...elsewhere. Though from an 'associate' of mine who recently was hired, I've been told that initially there were a few people moping about after your leave or no business at all. And that's barely touching the surface if I'm being frank." He didn't want to overwhelm her with too much information from the first question and quickly drew his statement to a halt as he prepared a question directed back to her. "If I could ask, what drove you away? I was looking to learn a lot about the 'veteran' bartender." @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan loosened the ice in the cooler with the metal scoop while she listened to Lance describe the Speakeasy. It was a shame really. The Speakeasy and slowly, but surely become her home and it hurt her inside to leave. Herself and Marglowe had made it something that she would forever treasure, but with his absence, it didn’t feel the same. When he asked her what drove her away, the answer was more complex than what he had likely known, but as someone who tried to take her place she felt like he deserved a better answer than simply; ‘It was time to move on.’ “There were a lot of reasons that I left, but the main ones were due to the atmosphere drastically changing and management. Trying to get anything changed was a hassle and took forever to do and after… after Marglowe left, it wasn’t the same. A girl can only make a run and coke so many time before the gig gets old.” She laughed as she said the last bit, knowing full well he knew what she meant. “So, for the love of my sanity, please order anything but that.” She leaned away from the counter to give him some breathing room while she waited on his order, mentally noting what he had said about himself. She would ask him more about it later, but for now, she would let him enjoy his relaxation. @Ono

"Hah! That's a shame, I thought the customer was always right? Apparently that rule doesn't go for Miss Rowan eh?" He couldn't help but laugh in the thought of the individual she was referencing, though he didn't let the laugh drag on too long, eventually providing her a slightly more serious reply following the statement. "I've heard about such an individual like that, however I don't believe I've ever had the chance to meet them. Seems that he only comes around when there's a woman working the bar. I remember my associate Rosalee encountered him on her first shift. A lot of moping from what she told me before he abruptly left. I'm guessing he wasn't interested in having her talk his ear off rather than invite him into her pants." Thinking about the things that Rosalee had told him consistently made him rather happy he remained on this "hiatus" as much as he was a bit disgusted by the vibe of that location. While he didn't mind a fling here or there, he couldn't help but kick the feeling that pleasure was the only goal for the people there; a rather terrible thought but most might say it's the truth. Before he'd elaborate anymore, his hand slipped into the pocket of the jacket he folded on the counter next to him before he revealed a bit of money to request his first drink. With his hazel vision nearly snapping to gaze towards her own dark visage, his lips moved once more to speak, leaving a bit of a gap in the conversation. "Before I go any further about what RL has told me, I think a simple Margarita might do the trick for now. Maybe soften the mood of that.. wonderful place." @🐉 ShRaya 🐉 (edited)

Rowan simply shook her head at Lance as he recounted the experiences of his friend. She felt the woman’s pain and knew exactly to whom he was referring. She envied his manhood, knowing full well that a lot of the customers she had served over the years only came around because of her own assets. She opened her mouth to say something, but waited for Lance to finish, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought. When the conversation had lulled, she took a breath, but just as he placed money on the counter. Her eyes went to his as he requested a Margarita and they creased from her smile. “Sure thing.” She reached below the counter in the small fruit cooler to remove a lime and sat her shaker on the counter. Grabbing a knife, she went about slicing the lime as she continued her own thoughts on what Lance had said. “See, it’s funny that you say all of that. In my experience, he never actually… did anything. He wanted to sure, but when it came down to it, he would rather cuddle and sleep than do anything risque.” She rimmed the small stout glass with a slice of the lime and dipped the glass in a small container of course salt. “However, I heard him and a certain… Oh… I forget the name of their.. species… Um…” She sat the glass back down as she went about pouring Reposado Tequila and the orange liquor into her shaker while almost looking at the ceiling the entire time. “KITSUNE!” She said the word triumphantly, bringing her gaze back to the shaker to drop a few ice cubes in. She had to round back to the fridge for the jar of simple syrup, adding a small amount to the shaker before capping it. “I heard they really hit it off.” She shook the shaker and smiled at Lance as she thought of Jason and Elizabeth. “Maybe one of these days I’ll tell you all the dirty secrets of Moonlight. They would make your toes curl for sure.” *Uncapping the shaker, she poured the contents in the glass and stuck a small stirring straw in for good measure. S

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he slid the glass to Lance and put the money in her apron, setting the shaker down in front of her as she went about cleaning up.* @Ono

He almost snorted at hearing what the half-cat half man/boy's true intentions were. Just getting a glimpse of Rowan, he couldn't help but finally burst into a laugh of the mere thought of the two sharing a bed together for the sole purpose of simply sleeping. Considering how she spoke, it obviously would have been the worst possible experience for the woman to have shared with an individual she wasn't very fond of. Finally after a decent laugh and listening to the rest of her conversation, he began speaking while she began shaking together the mixture of alcohol and fruit juice. "Kitsune eh? That's pretty much what he is as well if I remember correctly. I guess there's someone for everyone after all, even if it's simply just to cuddle romantically as a fling. Maybe I shouldn't judge too much simply because I find it as a rather boring experience. Speaking of which, I'm honestly surprised it wasn't something that Deka gal was into. Seems she got far more than just a cuddle from many of the guys around the cafe and hasn't been back for quite a while. Maybe she's off traveling with that merc." Maybe a bit of Rosalee was rubbing off on him is a thought that lingered over his mind as he raised his first glass for a drink of the perfectly constructed drink. Thanks to his physiology (and sometimes a drag), he didn't feel the buzz that could come from the alcohol percentage of the drink, but it certainly was like no other. The refreshing taste was intoxicating itself and he nearly drunk half of the first serving before finally lowering the drink back down before speaking once again. "Guess you plan on keeping me wrapped around your fingers a bit longer than just this one night? You seem like more of a frequent traveler than myself, sure you won't disappear over night to never be seen again? I might hunt you down and ask for a rum and coke." He chuckled as though to offset the terrible jest he made before drinking once again. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan couldn’t help but laugh herself when Lance cut loose. While it was as far away from humorous as it could be whilst she was experiencing it, looking back it was a tad more so. Lance had mentioned a few people she was unfamiliar with, but she didn’t ask about them. A new generation of Moonlight came in after her and while it was true, Rowan didn’t leave until a certain time; it was also true that she was really gone long before that. She listened to him speak again, smiling wide at his perception. “Ahhh, you jest! Don’t worry, young man. The next person who orders a rum and Coke from me with not appreciate the added ingredients. Can’t be too careful after all.” She shot him a wink as she topped his glass off with half of the remaining contents from the shaker before contemplating what he had to say. “I travel a lot, yes, but it is almost always out of necessity. That Lee from Moonlight would’ve likely ran us out if we didn’t have enough already. He… knew too much and I didn’t trust him to not tell everyone in the cafe. You, however, I regret. ‘Tis a shame that I couldn’t have… trained you adequately.” He eyes ventured over his form just before she lightly licked her plump lips. She cast her eyes around to make sure she was not ignoring any other customer before she focused her attention back on Lance. “Maybe you would’ve enjoyed it, but I guess we’ll never know.” Her grin was mischievous wicked as she spoke. @Ono

Added ingredients That small statement lingered in his head longer than it should have. Her smile didn’t strike him as too devious considering it was an obvious joke, but he couldn’t help but ponder what she may have constructed in her beverage to the poor sap who would have ordered that drink. His hand rested on the counter away from the glass as he listened to the sound of the remaining mixture flow into the vessel that had nearly been empty. Thought it was feint as he continued to listen to what else the mysterious lady had to say. He knew too much Was a thought that initially caught him and prompted a subtle eyebrow raise before the next comment flew past him and immediately ensured that his attention was completely fixated on her. Her body gestures weren’t too notable, but the look in her eye as well as the flicker across her lips nearly removed the façade of Lance’s laid back personality. After her final statement, he finally returned the response to her, matching a similar tone to the one she displayed to him while notable the pitch in his voice differing from the soft and womanly sound. “Training you say? And maybe I would have; maybe I would have taught you a few things of my own. Though with that grin of your, it sounds like that may be one of the many secrets of yours I’d be interested.” His hand cupped his glass once again while his face held a sly smirk that was almost an attempt to combat the mischievous disposition that she was relaying to him. As the glad raised, he gave off a wink before finally taking a good taste of the drink that traveled down his gullet. Looking to savor this serving a bit more, he left a decent amount in the glass before resting it back down. Only looking away for a brief moment before returning his attention back to the main highlight of the bar.

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@🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan raised an eyebrow at his statement of teaching her a few things of his own. While he seemed well equipped ~~WITH KNOWLEDGE~~, she had lived through centuries as a woman in her prime and there was little she hadn’t experienced. As he drank from his glass, she leaned back and grabbed a small glass of her own; pouring a small amount of bourbon into it before downing it immediately. “I’ve been around for a long time. There’s probably little you could teach me, but I’ve always been more than willing to learn.” She rested her forearms on her side of the bar top, causing her to slightly bend over as she let her dark, abysmal eyes take him in. “This place is almost always hiring. Maybe you should apply? I’ll have to evaluate you myself of course, but perhaps I could put in a good word for you, if you impress.” She couldn’t stop the wide smile from forming on her lips as she used her sultry charm to its fullest extent. He was a catch, something she noticed as soon as she entered the speakeasy all those years ago, but it had been a fleeting memory as she never thought she would see him again. Now that the opportunity presented itself once more, she didn’t plan on letting her away too easily. @Ono

“No lengthy hiring process or interview with the surprise appearance of a drunkard for my first customer? If so you make it hard for a fella to say no, especially if the added bonus is to see you a tad bit more often.” The impression most would get, Lance too had the wrong person made the suggestion towards him, is that the place was just desperate for staff. Though it was hard to see that as the case here and either way Lance was open to it. He hadn’t lifted up a boston or standard shaker in more than just a few months. There’d definitely be a bit rust to dust off with the steady guidance of the mature woman before him. That maturity couldn’t help but draw him to inquire with a question. “And for a long time eh? You don’t look a day past 25, is there an explanation for your youthful look. Maybe there’s some skin routine I’m not familiar with, but I’m thinking something more on the lines of… genetics maybe?” He was no detective like the seemingly stoic and reserved individual he had serviced at their prior place of work, but he was always very curious on what made people different. He himself wasn’t exactly a ‘normal human’ despite not showing any signs. At least none other than having raised his glass for the third time now to take down his drink as though it were store bought juice. As his glass met the table again, his appearance looked nearly the same as when he arrived excluding the pleasant and positive expression on his face. No visible sign of the alcohol getting to him; one might even argue that he might just be really good at holding his liquor, but having come completely off the street with no food to gently burn off the alcohol content of his drink was eye raising to someone with a careful eye.

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@🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan laughed at Lance’s jabs at their prior place of employment. It was definitely something she laughed at occasionally, even if she did miss it sometimes. When he commented on her age, however, her laugh halted and her smile… seemed to widen? “You wouldn’t be too far off with your assumption. I take it I wouldn’t be either to assume the same if you.” She let out a sigh as she put her palms on the table and watched him finish his drink without issue. “But those are secrets only for those who need to know and with you still on the other side of the bar, I take it you don’t, need to know.” A grin replaced her smile as she stole a glance at the clock to see how much longer she had on her shift. Someone was due to replace her any minute since it had been a weekend and everyone wanted the extra hours. Pouring another shot of bourbon for herself, she quickly downed that and started cleaning the glassware and utensils she had dirtied. “So, am I right? Do your.. genetics.. make you different?” Her jocose nature, gone now as she looked at the man with intrigue. He was a box full of mystery and she planned to learn every detail. @Ono

"Ah, redirecting the question, rather effectively too if I'd say." Was the first reply he made to her follow statements that didn't necessarily provide him a yes or no, purposely of course. While it probably wasn't hard to hear a rumor or so before she left, it was clear that Rowan either was testing him to see if he'd spill his life story to her first, or to just confirm the mutual suspicion on their supernatural physiologies. As much of a mystery as she kept in consideration of her genetics, the smile that seemed irremovable from her face was an enigma itself; it made it difficult to read what exactly her intentions were in what she said with each response she made. "..To answer your question, maybe our genetics make us all a little bit different. You know, the whole diversity thing; though that's not what you were implying, right?" He leaned back in his seat a bit enough to straighten his back a bit and gently rest his arms across one another in a folded position. With a smirk he chuckled at the thought of continue to play the game of evasion and deflection but had the feeling it might draw a bit of gaucheness to their even dialogue to what was currently just a bartender and a customer. Finally with a gentle bite on his bottom lip, he began speaking again to carry on from his slightly rhetorical question. "Let's say you are right, what difference do you see? I'd say I look pretty average for a human, at least at the immediate moment anyway." After finishing his short lasting statement before awaiting her response, he also took another drink at his Margarita to finish what remained of the beverage, though not without noting how she downed the rocks glass of bourbon with relative ease; much like it were a shot of vodka which for most veteran drinkers still would have spurred some reaction from the burning sensation as it travels down one's gullet. It was clear that age comment wasn't just with the purpose of showing off, she was either truly someone who's been alive a while or just that frequent of a drinker. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉 (edited)

Rowan’s head lowered, causing her to look at Lance from under her brow with a smirk across her lips as he mentioned genetics making everyone different. Of course everyone was different, but thats not exactly what she meant and he knew that. It was when he said ‘for a human’ though that she lifted her head and looked at his in exasperation. “Well, first off, you don’t smell human.” She wasn’t entirely sure what he smelled like as she had never encountered someone like him before, but she knew that he wasn’t human. Either he didn’t bleed or what he did bleed wasn’t exactly blood. She knew what vampires smelled like and therefore he wasn’t akin to her, but he was indeed different. Her eyes traveled up and down his frame as she tried to pick something out that didn’t quite fit the human norm, but there wasn’t any wings, cat ears or ethereal limbs that she could discern. “AhHa! I got it.” She leaned a bit forward, staring directly into his eyes as she smirked. “I’ve never seen a human that looks quite as good as you do.” Her smirk turned into a smile as she pushed herself back up and finished cleaning up after the two. In moments, her space behind the bar top looked just as it did when he arrived, save for the bottle of bourbon she kept close. Unfortunately, she hasn’t picked up on the fact that the alcohol hadn’t been affecting him like it should others, likely due to the fact that she had served countless of the supernatural and it was no longer an oddity to her. “But, I digress. Is there anything else I can get you tonight?” She still couldn’t quite place his name, having not recalled hearing it from their previous job since she only encountered him once. She would be sure to grab that, among other things, before he left though. @Ono

"Smell? Ha! You're the second person from that place who said I "smelled" different. Though unlike that other person, you aren't sneezing up a storm and water eyed like you bit into a raw ghost pepper." He couldn't even recall the name of the individual he met for one brief moment before never seeing them make an appearance at that bar again, though the vibe he had from that individual was funny nevertheless; it was in great antithesis to the vibe he got from the aforementioned Lee who frankly acted as though he didn't necessarily want to be around, nor give any spicy information about the woman before him. And then that not too subtle flirt too him off guard for a brief moment as his eyebrows lifted with a snicker that has a slight hint of nervousness, at least before he broke away from it to respond to her once again. "Make enough statements like that and I just might blush, especially coming from someone who brings a new meaning to the word beauty." Despite the flirtatious implications of her statement, it was a rather accurate nod at what made him "different from others. His lean physique didn't show any visible flaws as though he had been carved into his perfected look. Many individuals would kill to meet the same standards of appearance as he did, and many already had achieved it though not in the way he had. While many would spend months of endless training to reach this appearance, the sun's radiance granted him his muscular structure among other abilities he had hidden thus far. -- "Hm.. Two things actually. I think you might have asked at the right time; I'd enjoy taking up a job here if that offer still stands. And second, I feel embarrassed to say that I could never forget a face like yours but names are a blur to me at times. You share a surname with someone I'm acquainted with but the first name.. Starts with an R." He wanted to give out his own name first, but he hadn't really known if she remembered his name anymore than he remembered hers. Though, they had been talking for so long it seemed like an after sight. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Sneezing and water-eyed? She tried to recall an individual by that description and when she couldn’t, she chalked it up to an encounter after she was long gone. His comment about her beauty caused a closed mouth, victorious grin to form that didn’t fade until she spoke. “Well.” She reached under the counter to pull out an application and slide it across the bar. “Fill this out and bring it by tomorrow. As I said, maybe if I can find the words, I’ll put a good one down for you. As for me, my name is Rowan Drake.” She extended her hand to shake his, lightly shaking her head as she did so. “What. A. Shame. Usually most men I meet know my name well, especially upon our second encounter.” That devious smirk appeared again as she shook his hand. He was indeed a perfectly sculpted man and had she stuck around the cafe for longer, she may have known his name as well. “And, you are? I recall it being something almost medieval, but for the life of me I can’t seem to put my tongue on it.” Her eyes bore into his, but had a light sincerity to it. She really hadn’t known his name and wished to know, all flirtations and jokes aside. @Ono

"Medieval huh? I guess you could say that has some relation to it. Name's Lance, it's truly a pleasure to meet you again, Ms. Rowan." He rose slightly from his seat to reach out to Rowan's hand and gently grip it to complete their physical contact with one another. Lance struck a grin back at her, quietly considering to himself other pleasures that would be interesting to explore. He couldn't make much of a read on her; she was different from the rogues he had wandered together with in the past and vastly different from his roommates at the location he lingered around those 14+ months ago. While he didn't visible move, he shook away those thoughts to finally redirect his next words to target something she had previously said before requesting his name. Moving his lips once again to speak, he, almost reluctantly, retracted his hand as he spoke his next words. "And agreed, it truly is a shame to have been able to remember the name to match a face like yours. Though I'm sure we can think of a few ways to ensure I won't forget in the future. Wouldn't you agree?" As his hand finally had moved away, he directed it to the application that Rowan had sat on the counter. Taking his eyes off her for a moment, he quickly took a gander at the information shown on it before sliding it over to his jacket. A few thoughts lingered of the past few establishments he had taken refuge at over his lifetime, though never in his experiences did he find himself meeting someone twice and struck in awe each time as though any other individual paled in comparison to them. Lowering back into the seat, he pushed the glass forward for Rowan to retract it when she was ready as he considered what his next drink should be; or if another drink would be necessary. While those thoughts lingered, he waited in anticipation of Rowan's next statement or question in response to what he said. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that something snarky or flirtatious would find its way slipping past those delicate plump lips of hers. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

A smile of satisfaction crossed her face as he said his name, but she held her comments until he was finished. When he did, she snapped her fingers and continued to grin at him with glee. “Lance. See? I knew it. And yes, Lance. I can think of several ways you can remember my name. Maybe, if you’re skilled enough, I may even remember yours. Or, I’m sure I can find a nickname to suit you just fine. Not unlike Neko.” She chuckled as she took his glass and washed it in front of him, only letting her eyes leave his until she was done. When she sat it to the side to dry, she noticed he had slid his application next to his jacket for when he left. She looked up at the clock and noticed her coworker heading her way. “Well, lucky you. Looks like I’m off for the night.” She grabbed her purse and jacket, making her way to the back to clock out and re-emerging just as the other woman took her post. The thin blonde went about setting things up how she preferred and looked to Lance with a sly grin. “Can I get you anything tonight, handsome?” She asked, leaning towards him and giving him a flirtatious look that would probably make most drop to their knees. The clack of heels rounded the counter and came to a halt at the end of the bar as Rowan leaned against it from the customer side. If he wanted to stay and drink, she would see him the next time he came to turn in his application. If not, she was ready to leave with him if he so desired. @Ono

He didn't have much of a moment to make a statement as she seemed to hastily make her way from the server's side of the bar counter, so instead he saw that as a cue to prepare for a leave, being mindful of his jacket that was still thankfully on the counter and hadn't been snatched away. As his dark toned hand reached out to grip it, he took sight of the new woman who appeared; nearly matching Rowan in every sense. He gave off a smile but continued to retrieve his belongings and stuff the application into the inner confines of his jacket. Taking a look at the woman he gave a gentle reply to her question. "I'd be thrilled but it's about time I got ready to take off. Sorry to disappoint ma'am." Starstruck was an understatement. A thought lingered in his mind: Just how many beautiful women work at the same location? Though only for a moment as he turned his attention back to Rowan who seemed to be patiently waiting for his decision on whether to blow her off for the new tender or finally get a moment to sneak her away into their next engagement. As he lifted himself out of his seat and slipped his jacket onto his body, he huffed before finally directing his next statement to Rowan. "Well then, since you're free looks like we have a bit more time to catch up. Mind leading the way for a visitor unfamiliar with the area?" @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan looked Lance’s way with a smiles she donned his jacket and told her to lead the way. With a nod she gave a parting glance to the new tender and made her way out into the night with her ex-coworker on her heels. The nightlife in the area was all behind them as they entered the dark streets with a plethora of shops whose doors had closed for the night. They strode down the sidewalk, heading towards the residential area, as she slowed to walk next to him instead of ahead of him. “I’m afraid it’s pretty late to do anything worth doing in town. There’s a few shops that have all kinds of trinkets to satiate the material, the restaurants are excellent and there’s even a hiking trail down that way.” She pointed to a building with a clearly marked trail heading off of it that seemed to be engulfed by forestry immediately. “However, none of those activities can be done tonight. I have an apartment in town if you’d like to stop by. You could even crash there for the night since Xaiden is out, but that’s up to you. I could always call you a cab.” While she had chosen to walk beside him, everything she spoke about she directed to whatever she was looking at straight in front of her. She never looked at Lance as they walked, only stopping if he did and then turning to look at him. She was well aware of how handsome he was and there was no need for the constant reminder. “Well, what do you say? Come back to my place or find something we can get into in town?” She had stopped just outside of a suburb that looked like it only held wealthy residents. This was the branching point between town and home and also where she would stop, face him and wait for a decision with her hands in her jacket pocketS. @Ono

Raising a hand as though to way goodbye to the new lady working the shift, his focus returned to Rowan on their way out of the establishment. A short distance divided the two which gave Lance a full glimpse of the woman’s figure that had partial been obscured behind the counter. Admittedly he couldn’t divert his eyes elsewhere to avoid the wandering glance that shifted up and down her frame to show a minor attempt of him trying a bit of modesty, something that had been lost to him long ago. However, his vision corrected to examining his surrounds once they left the tavern and began to enter the streets veiled in the darkness of the night sky. A few lampposts were visible to ensure they weren’t completely submerged in darkness which would have been a relief to non-nocturnal creatures, but had no effect either way for Lance; at least it refrained him from utilizing his enhanced vision. The town looked peaceful and welcoming in the daytime and the night time failed to show a polar opposite view of the town. While there was little access to light with many buildings having closed down for the night and shops that had already bolted their doors and cut off inner lighting, it still gave off a calm and peaceful atmosphere that was wonderful to take in. The only sign of any resonance of energy other than the lampposts would have been the arrangement of different bars and restaurants that were open late, but as Rowan had soon hinted, there wasn’t much to get into this evening and likely many of them would be closing soon enough. While he made his observation of the night, he listened closely to Rowan’s suggestions realizing that much like earlier it seemed he was left with another crossroad of choices, though the proper choice was rather obvious for him. Though he couldn’t help but laugh at the though of riding a cab, though not in a belittling manner. Finally after letting her take the lead for most of the walk and listening, he had her facing him once again as he seemed to tower over her a bit. He’s response at first was quick and simple. “Back to your place sounds like a pretty good idea. It doesn’t look like many of these places may stay open longer and I’d hate for you to waste your money on a cab, not that I’ve ever had a need for one. Besides, I’m sure after a long shift at a bar that you’d rather relax than accompany me to meet more places filled with drunks. Or is that a bad assumption?”

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Rowan looked at him with a bit of shock as he spoke. She noticed that his speech wasn’t slurred and he didn’t seem to have the slightest reaction to her drink she made. Granted, he had only had one, but usually one could be found to at least have an uncontrollable grin or stumble. Her dark eyes watched him contemplate their next move while a small smile started to creep up her face as he finished. “Oh, don’t worry about me. My shift at the bar didn’t take much out of me. We can go bar hopping if you’d like, however, I’m afraid it wouldn’t do much for me. It takes a lot to get me tipsy, let alone drunk and I’m not entirely sure either one of us are made out of that kind of money. I do have some prime alcohol back at my place, but if it’s the atmosphere you crave, I can certainly introduce you to a few other bars around here.” She had her hands tucked in her pockets, staring up at the man who would decide their fate for the night. He looked completely flawless in the lamp light. His darker skin didn’t have a blemish on it, his hair was perfectly placed and his muscles really stood out against the dim light. She took a moment to admire him while he thought on it, not caring if he ended up catching her. “Well, what will it be? I plan to learn more about you and your… personality, either way.” @Ono

“Takes a lot eh? I truly would like to put that to the test but you’ve pretty much summed up the big barrier there: money. Can’t but endless alcohol with low cash.” He raised his shoulders up and back down gently to give a slight shrug with the statement he made. Honestly, his original goal was to either find a job (which partially was achieved, or find someone whom he could drink under the table until they paid for all his drinks. When venturing with the Outsiders, it was one of his frequent hobbies when JT didn’t have another mission to drag them on. Though it was rare for him to find someone along those travels who seemed to possessed either an immunity or supernatural metabolism that could burn off alcohol before it took affect like himself. “A few more glasses of alcohol with a beautiful woman, even if not at a bar would make a nice ending to the night. I’d only assume whatever is in your personal stash the bar liquor pales in comparison to. Feel free to lead the way, there’s a lot this young cat might reveal to you.“ He cracked a smile at her while moving to the side of her that was closest to the road; not that Rowan looked like the type who needed protecting. It was clear that if anything, she looked like someone capable of protecting herself considering no one was waiting for her upon their leave from the tavern. One might conclude that maybe the area itself was not a violent one, leaving it unnecessary for her need a companion to take her home, but that was hardly what had been important. It only seemed right to show a bit of chivalry though the implications throughout their dialogue translated that such would be disregarded before long. Tossing his own hands into his pockets he stepped forward ready to make a long or short walk wherever her residence would have been located. (edited)

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@🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan nodded at the mention of no cash and even harder at the comment about her alcohol at home. Her and her brother kept a nice array of liquor available not only for themselves, but for their guests as well. As he stepped to the side, she walked ahead of him, heading into the fancier side of town. The houses here were tall and wide, containing more than their fair share of windows and lawn decor. As they walked, she didn’t even seem to pay them a second glance. “So, Lance. Now that we’re alone, what is it that you are? I haven’t quite put my finger on it yet, but it’s clear you’re not human.” She was rather blunt with her statement, but she was walking the lad to her house. If he suddenly found himself stuck at the entrance, then he was the oddest breed of vampire she had ever seen. “I’ve only managed to cross out Vampire, Werewolf, Neko and Kitsune, although, I haven’t seen a tail yet. So I guess Neko, Kitsune and Devil are all still on the table.” She snickered as she spoke, only looking up at him occasionally. She had to keep an eye out in front of her as they walked because while the neighborhood looked fancy, there were definitely aspects that were less than safe and if she would have to defend the two of them, she wanted to be ready. @Ono

"Ha! I guess I've held it back long enough, keeping it a "secret" any further would just be toying with you at this point." There wasn't much sound in their immediate location. With the absence of the daylight it seemed that most had used this time to either sleep and prepare for the next day or were winding down until they eventually prepared to rest like the others. The sound of wind blowing against trees in the distance could be heard along with a slight gust that dragged debris down the street beside them. Lance had made a pattern of looking forward and occasionally looking down towards Rowan as she spoke to affirm to her that he was still paying attention while scanning their surroundings. The way he glanced around was really subtle; he didn't make it obvious that he was looking around as it'd make him look paranoid, it was at the most a gentle motion of his head turning from one direction to another when not facing directly forward. The different species that Rowan listened were a bit of an oddity to him; while he had met many different weird species he couldn't make out meeting any other than specifically the "neko" that they were both familiar with. He laughed again to her new comment about him potentially having a tail. He couldn't imagine how weird it would be to go through all of this to be hiding only a tail in his pants. Letting out a gentle breath, he began speaking once again. "Hm.. I'm guessing that I'm what you'd call an alien to not come off too confusion. Not one of those shapeshifters before you get your hopes up; just an alien who tends to resemble a human... well that and I have a bit of human DNA as well. As for special... abilities." As they continued to walk, it'd be noted that Lance's form seemed to lift up and hover directly above the ground as they continued walking. He'd continue this for a short distance before descending back to the ground or until Rowan came to a halt if it had taken her off-guard. Regardless of which reaction she gave in response to this reality, he'd wait for her next statement before he would eventually return the favor in interrogating what species Rowan may have been. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

At the word ‘Alien’, Rowan looked at him with a raised brow. She didn’t believe him for a second and it would show through her next statement. “Listen, Lance. Just because I mentioned that you were otherworldly in regards to your loo…” She stopped mid sentence when she realized he had become even taller than he was before. Her pace slowed and came to a halt when she noticed his feet had left the ground. She looked up at him, looking for the wires above his head. If someone had been dancing him around like a puppet, it must have been from the mothership because there was nothing above either of them except for midnight sky. “Holy shit! That’s incredible!” She was taken off-guard and couldn’t seem to find any other words to describe her surprise. When she did eventually continue their trek, her eyes were wide staring in front of her and they occasionally dipped down to make sure his feet were still on the ground. “I’ve never seen anything like that! That’s… different.” She wasn’t worried or put off in anyway, just simply too stunned to form an adequate response. Their walk continued in silence for a moment before Lance questioned her about her race as well. She had exactly heard what he asked, but she knew that was the basic question. “I’m a creature of the night and my food of choice is human’s. Take a guess.” She gave him a soft smile while turning down a road that lead to a dead end. There was a huge, castle-like house at the end of the road and she seemed to be heading straight for it. “No I don’t sparkle and no I don’t turn into a bat. That would be pretty advantageous though.” @Ono

"Let's say that flight is just the tip of the iceberg, there's various other abilities that comes with being this 'particular' type of alien. Though I don't think your neighbors may take too kindly of me destroying their property unintentionally. Not that I'm against doing it anyway particularly, it just would seem like a terrible way of ruining the night. And I only assume that's not exactly what abilities you might want a closer look at." There was that and he wasn't quite sure how she'd react to the other abilities he had hidden in his arsenal. While there was more she'd learn overtime about him, heat vision and cold breath seemed like the least important for their interaction. Even his show of flight that ceased not long before their path changed directions ended after a short distance. Though what didn't end was the grin that remained on his face as he thought of the woman's reaction. For someone who had apparently lived for so long, he was a bit astonished himself that there was something that could surprise her; something he thought was minor as the ability to fly. "Now, as for you.. a creature of the night and your choice of food is humans. With the bit of mysterious and dark aura trying hard to shroud those good looks, I'd be inclined to go with vampire. Then again, I've seen a great share of nocturnal creatures but that might seem the most convincing." Vampire huh? Was the thought that flew through his mind as he had finally been hinted at what Rowan was. It was rather fitting, maybe almost too much towards the stereotypes he had heard over the years. Creatures of the night, flirtatious, and flawless beauty: these traits all fit Rowan completely. And then she spoke of not possessing the ability to turn into a bat which forced a snicker before he made a statement that indirectly explained what he found comedic. "No sparkles or turning into a bat, gotta say it'd be interesting to see you suddenly turn into a bat and fly away into the distance. But I'm also a bit relieved, I think I've had enough of bats for one lifetime. At least, men turning into them or dressing as one." Now his eyes set on the path before them again he finally realized that they were going to a castle not unlike the large structure that was seated near the cafe they both had been employed to previously. He never got the chance to see it before it just... disappeared. Along with Xaiden and Rowan within the blink of an eye. He started to ask how it was able to move from place to place, but instead a different question left his lips, one that was a bit redundant.** "So a vampire bartender who works at a small time tavern in the center of town walks home to a large mansion every night. Who would have thought?" @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan couldn’t conceal the faint grin that creased her lips as he spoke of his ‘abilities’. While vandalism and property damage wasn’t high on her list of things to experience on that particular day, it wasn’t exactly invaluable. As he spoke his thought process out loud, her grinned turned into a smile before she added on. “While the night is my playground, I’m not restricted to it. There are many different breeds of vampire and I think it mostly depends on what kind turns you. Xaiden claims to have met an ancient one back at Moonlight whose parting gift was a jar of homemade jam and I have to tell you Lance, after everything I’ve seen, that’s probably the most fantastical. I’d just as soon believe you could change into a bat and fly off.” Closing in on the mansion before them, she stopped just as their sidewalk began and turned to the man, listening to his string of facts as if they were myth. She had her hands shoved in her pockets and after he mentioned it, she looked up at the large house that sat just on the edge of the forest. “We move around a lot. If our ancestors weren’t wealthy we probably wouldn’t have survived. The jobs keep the money flowing, but not having to buy too many groceries allots us a lot of spending money.” She looked back at Lance and grinned happily. Taking a few steps towards her front door, she turned back before reaching it. “I’m assuming you don’t need to be invited in, but if spending your night with a vampire makes your galactic ooze crawl, I can always see you at work tomorrow.” Not allowing him time to answer, she made her way to the door and opened it wide, giving him room to follow if he wished. *Inside was a spotless, ornate looking house that seemed unlived in. There wasn’t a single object out of place and it looked like a house for six. The living room held a flatscreen TV, two couches and bookshelves all along the walls with a large coffee table in the center, to the direct right of the door was a staircas

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e wide enough for two to travel up together and straight down the hallway from the front door was a kitchen that could’ve sat a family of eight. It was much too big for Xaiden and Rowan, but if Lance had to guess, it didn’t seem like they were home too often.* @Ono

"Galactic ooze, now that's a new phrase I never thought was possible. Came up with it all on your own?" Rather than giving a formal reply, he proceeded to walk into the large structure and finally get a glimpse of everything he saw inside. It gave off a sense of prestige that was fitting someone with a high status or an overwhelming amount of wealth. Though he didn't ask much for racial background information, the thought he couldn't help but scoff at the thought of is how it was rare for anyone with similar skin tones of Rowan or Lance to have any sort of wealth, let along a mansion to boot. As he entered the building, he began slipping his jacket off of his person to reveal the well build body of his coated in his dark skin tone that ironically fit Rowan's "playground" which was the night. With it being such an old styled building, he wasn't surprised that a coat rack was nearby; one that he could use to place his jacket upon as he continued to settle himself inside the building. Gently running his hand through his locs, he placed it on his neck and gave a slight stretch as if to crack the cervical bones in his neck. After a mere moment, he finally replied to a few other statements she had made. "Speaking of the night being your playground, that makes me just think of how we could almost be polar opposites. My folks, and other people like me gain our powers from the sun. Though we remain empowered without the sunlight, it stands as the one thing that sets us apart from humans. Though I won't bore you with the fine details of all that, Winding down with a nice drink may be a bit more entertaining than the scientific shit." He didn't look around too much to look like he lacked modesty but did take a brief look around what was merely the foyer to the large Drake residence. Finally redirecting his attention back at her he finally made a statement that he admittedly believed that many probably have said before in the past. In simple terms he spoke on how he felt about her residence. "But damn.. usually when you head to a lady's house after a night at the bar, you'd expect a lowkey apartment or something. Not complaining by the way, just was an interesting touch to add to the mysteries of Ms. Drake." @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Entering the house and stripping off her jacket, she walked into the living room and tossed it on a clean desk as she bent down to open the cabinet underneath. Several bottles were on display underneath, all being different flavors of bourbon. She listened to him describe his power and poked her head around the corner to see him without his jacket; a lean, muscular man with a build she had only ever seen in photos. “Polar opposites indeed, although, I think you have more than that that sets you apart from humans.” She went back to trying to find the oldest bottle in the cupboard, withdrawing an unopened bottle as he brought up his last point. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Lance.” She uncorked the bottle with ease and began pouring to small glasses. “Xaiden and I aren’t blood related. Which, now that I think about it, is fascinating that no one has picked up on considered… a multitude of differences.” After the drinks were poured, she waited on him to fully enter the living room before handing him a glass. “We we’re step siblings before he was turned. When he turned me, we became much closer and dropped the ‘step’ from the title. He’s the only person I trust with my life, with only one other person as an exception. My family had more than enough to make it through, but his family came from the elite. Anyway, now you know more than most. How does that make your extraterrestrial-self feel?” She smiled again, clinking her glass with his and downing half of it immediately. She walked over to the couch that was big enough for at least four people and chose an end, removing her heels before swinging her legs onto the couch with one draped over the other that was bent at the knee. “So, why is it that alcohol doesn’t affect you?” Her curiosity was piqued, but she wouldn’t press may matter he wish not to discuss. She had never meant an ‘alien’ before and wanted to extract every piece of knowledge she could. @Ono

Finally noting where she was located, it didn't take long for him to soon follow after her to the next room that was much more comforting than the seemingly empty foyer. Upon managing to close in on her location, he hovered over her unintentionally as she handed off a glass to him, listening to from her statement on what sets him apart from other humans to her backstory on understand Xaiden and their relationship with one another which shifted from simply brother and sister to sounding much more like close friends. ~~though it didn't seem unlikely that they were closer~~ When she no doubt was either intentionally or accidentally flirting once again, he couldn't help but push a smirk onto his face with a light chuckle that was projected to the back of the couch before he turned back around to face her during his descent into the seat. Taking a quick drink, he sat the glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch as she eventually inquired on both how he felt about being provided such personal information and interestingly enough why alcohol doesn't affect him. "Step siblings turned to close friends. I feel there's much more going on in that story though I wouldn't put it past you to wanting to keep as much information on the downlow. Keeping that in mind it sounds like I should be thankful that you were able to release that information to me, at least if a vampire's secret is treasured as it sounds. I'd be inclined to ask more, but based on my conflicts with a few people in the past, I couldn't put it past you for that glass of liquor to come flying at my head soon afterwards. Not that it'll do much anyway." His snarky attitude wasn't intentional, he just had a tendency to speak what he thought in the immediate moment and all that he had said thus far were most of what had ran through his mind, though specifically he wondered how Xaiden was turned and what turn of events lead to him turning her as well. It seemed like a situation that wasn't well explained in the immediate moment and he couldn't begin to imagine the amount of trauma that may have occurred during such an event. Finally he spoke again to her next question but tried to be brief as possible. "If the notes from the 'boy scout' who painted the picture that we all need to be super heroes checks out, it's some form of enhanced metabolism. Possibly even why I'm structured the way I am. Basically you could say anything related to humans I am a super interpretation of what humans could be. Though I don't know your exact relationship with regular people, that may include super annoying. While we're on the topic, how about you? How many drinks before that supernatural body can't take anymore. I'm curious how many drinks it'll take before you're left crawling back into bed waiting for a morning hangover."

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As Lance mentioned her past with Xaiden, her eyes seemed to glaze over. She remembered a time more than a century ago when they were turned into what they were and it didn’t even seem real anymore. When his speaking stopped, she hadn’t noticed. She remembered Xaiden leaving and coming back a different person. She almost dived too deep into her memories when she caught the last part of what he had to say. “Are you looking to find out, ET?” She drank the rest of her glass and sat it on the table as well, rising to grab the bottle and bring it to the table. “I can say I don’t have enough alcohol here to reach adequate hangover material, but it is possible. I’m not sure how much exactly as I’ve never put it to the test.” She was much shorter now without her heels, only making Lance tower over her further. When she came back around with the bottle, she filled up her glass and sat it next to his before she resumed her position on the couch. Her dark eyes were glued to him as a few of the things he had said ricocheted back into her mind. “Super human, huh? It might not have been the brightest idea to come into a vampire nest then. Don’t you know I eat people like you for breakfast?” She had a wide smile on her face, but it was only a half-joke after all. She had too much self control to impulsively attack him, especially because she wasn’t entirely sure he bled blood, but given the opportunity, she would try anything once. “You better watch yourself.” She leaned over to grab the glass and take another swig as she tried not to laugh. @Ono

His eyes followed her as she trailed around the room before moving back towards his glass that he carefully finished off with very little trouble. Upon finishing it, he noted her position back on the couch again now with the bottle that contained the remainder of their choice of alcohol to finish off the evening. He scoffed at the nod she made to his alien DNA and nearly broke into a laugh when she hinted at the fact that he'd be midnight meal to her due to noting his human genetics.. though not the meal he would have hoped to be. "Maybe I am, Carmella, it'd be interesting to see what quantity would turn you from this reserved appearance into a drunk. Though even at those lengths, something tells me you'd hardly seem any different, that or you'd go into a rage looking to offset the liquor with human blood, at least I hope that wouldn't happen for the town's sake." -- "I'd like for you to try and humor a young alien/human hybrid. I like a bit of danger and maybe you're just what I've been looking for this past year. Could the same be said for you?" His gaze was probably more suggestive than anything he had said in their dialogue up to now. Their distance was very slight due to the way Lance sat on the couch, the space was small and required him to stretch his legs out a bit to not be rendered uncomfortable. Though there was no indication of arousal, he couldn't help but feel something drawing him to come in contact to her, yet one hand remained on his leg and the other on his glass. The former eventually reached out to the bottle they were drinking from to pour himself a bit more, though his mindset pondered on if this drink would be finished properly after the next statements he heard from Rowan. Though before allowing her the chance to reply again, he spoke just once more. "We can't drink the other under the table and we've been trading a few comments back and forth for a while now though something tells me that you're looking for a bit more than that. Unless you did have full intentions on getting a taste of my blood, what might be your motive in inviting me over here other than to strike me down with that devilish smile of yours." @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan’s jaw dropped with a smile threatening to split her face in half as he called her ‘Carmella’. She playfully scoffed at his insinuation that she would lose all sense of control and ravage the town. No, if she had planned to do that, they all would have deserved it. When he asked her if the same could be said for her, images of the Speakeasy flashed through her mind again. Danger was something she had only fell upon in happenstance until she started working there. Then, after a few years, she sought it out. She refused to let her mind drift again, forcing her glassy eyes to refocus on him and his suggestive looks. A small smirk started to form at one corner of her mouth at his last statement, him calling her out for her invitation. She took another long pull from her glass before setting it on the coffee table, rising up to sit on her knees as she looked at him. There were only inches between them, her long hair almost touching him before she stilled her body. Her loose-fitting, long sleeve crop top also swayed towards him, but only giving an illusion to how close she really was with its thickness. She looked down into his eyes before her own started to wander about his facial features. “If I did, you fell right for it.“ Her voice was soft, but not a whisper as the faint smell of bourbon bounced off his face. “What makes you so sure that you’ll be walking out of here tonight?” Her eyes did take on a curious look for a moment, but it quickly faded back into that confident, knowing expression. He had seemed much too at ease that she wouldn’t snap his neck right then and there, but she couldn’t place why. He had smelled different too. Maybe he didn’t produce blood at all and that’s why he was so comfortable. Either way, he truly had nothing to fear. She rarely killed those that she fed from. He was in much more danger of having his memories erased than being killed, but neither of which were pieces of information she was going to divulge. <@!23732588

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His eyes dimmed, not in disappointment to continued portraying his calm and cool demeanor that had been the highlight of his personality. As Lance's hazel irises refocused, his head gently turned to face her own as she seemed to get a bit closer, the sound of her voice ringing through his ear drums with a hypnotic resonance that was more intoxicating that the smell of liquor that he inhaled. Hm.. Was the only sound he muttered in the immediate moment. He'd be lying if he said that during their walk he didn't consider, or have been tempted to ask her why he was invited. Under most circumstances, many wouldn't; a beautiful woman invites you to her place for a drink, the last thing most men would say is no. Though from his past of experiencing ambushes and being caught off guard at vulnerable moments, ones not unlike the one he was in currently, his curiousity kept him guarded, at least if he needed to be anyhow. With one blink of his eyes, his breath puffed out at her to trade off the smell of bourbon that filled their immediate location before he began to provide his verbal response. "Who said I had any intentions of leaving so soon? Trying to scare me off so soon? If so, I'd say you'll have a great deal of struggle in doing so." While he had been speaking, his hands had already motioned to the position he needed them at for his next move. With both hands close to her hips, he made an attempt to almost yank her in a bit closer and reposition her to where they had been staring eye to eye with him in his lap. With a closed eyed smile, had his movement been completed, he'd hold her in place and rest his head back against the wall directly behind the couch. With his eyes remaining shut, he spoke again, practically mocking her implied threats upon his life. "Well then? Still intent on banking on that comment? Or was that all talk?" @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan opened her mouth to respond to his comment about leaving, but let out a small gasp instead as he pulled her onto his lap with relative ease. Her hands instinctively grabbed at his shoulders and when he relaxed back into the couch, her gaze caught his blind one in an almost annoyed fashion. She took a deep breath before leaning into the crook of his neck. Her voice was low and almost a whisper, but nearly shot right into his eardrum as her lips barely touched his skin. “I didn’t say you would be leaving soon. Hell, you might not be leaving at all.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. She hadn’t been trying to run her company off fully, but she did want him to know how foolish he had been. Had it been any other vampire, he would’ve likely been dead. Her eyes moved up to his, but her lips remained centimeters from his flesh as she continued. “I’m not sure you’re ready for more than just my talk.” Her whisper was barely in the air before she placed a soft, loud kiss on his neck, somehow unphased by how close his carotid was to her mouth. Her tongue slipped past her lips for only a moment to caress his skin before she sealed the kiss and brought her chin as near to his as she could, leaning farther into his chest. “Or are you banking I have no intent at all?” @Ono

The sound of her soft but mature voice echoed through his ear and sent a shiver down his spine, from fear or arousal was impossible for him to figure out personally, though it wasn't what had prompted his eyes to reopen and focus on her immediate location. As he felt her move towards an area that normally should be hidden from a vampire rather than revealed, the wetness of her lips pecking at the midsection of his neck followed by a small line being drawn by her tongue. Before he could make any further reaction, they had now been looking eye to eye with merely an inch separating the two. He lightly pushed air from his nose before his next words ran directly to her, though he wasn't sure if the sound of his deeper voice directly in front of her would have rang the same effect. "Let's put that theory to the test then. And then we'll see who's the one biting off more than they can chew." With the distance between them being very short, it didn't take much movement before he finally moved his head forward slightly to return the kiss that he had giving him just moments ago. The first contact their lips made with one another was brief lasting a few seconds before he moved back in for another lengthier one. His goal was to continue this act of vulnerability; have her assume she has the control she believes she has over him whether lethal or not. In little time, Lance would show her just how much he was prepared to make her eat those words. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

His deeper voice made Rowan raise an eyebrow in wonder. Her smile remained she she stared into those hazel eyes and lingered even after he gently kissed her. She brought a hand to his face to show him she wanted to keep him there, but as he departed, she let her hand linger in the air. She barely had time to react before he kissed her again, this time for a bit longer. Her hands ran up his chest as her fingers hooked around his neck and her thumbs rested on his cheeks. With his second kiss, she gave little warning as her lips parted and her tongue grazed across his lips. ”If you insist…” She whispered against his lips just before she connected them again. Her hands dropped to his shirt as she slowly pulled it up his chest, feeling every muscular curve he possessed. It was an entirely new feeling to not have the throbbing headache from ‘arousal without blood’ and it was welcomed. The excitement had her kissing him harder, pressing him a little more firmly into the couch and gently rocking her hips back and forth on top of him. She sealed the kiss to whisper against his lips again, making a point that she wasn’t like any other girl he had messed with, especially at their previous job. “Just tell me if I hurt you.” She whispered the command loud enough for him to hear and stared into his eyes while she said it. She wanted some kind of acknowledgment that he would before she continued, even if he didn’t believe she could hurt him. @Ono

Her wet kiss was welcomed as he returned the favor quickly by mimicking exactly what she did. Lance's tongue had flickered out to connect with her own as their kiss continued. His hands wandered lower and was prepared to take a firmer grasp of her, but soon after he was halted of both their oral embrace and his hands grip upon her rear. She had strived to see more, and he was willing to oblige; allowing her to completely remove his shirt with his hands lifted from her thighs for that brief moment. That lean muscular structure had a far better appearance than it did restricted by the shirt he wore. Whatever she had intended to get a glimpse of was on full display, with his dark skin tone having been light enough for her to get an idea of his full muscular structure. An incomplete tattoo that sprung from the middle of his chest to his lower back was visible as well, though it was currently impossible to determine what it was and additionally not as important as what he did next. As her words run through his ears again, he smirked before first continuing their kiss for a moment as though to brush it aside, however this did not last long before he pulled back and finally moved his hands low enough to pull her as close as he could without her requiring to bend her upper body as much. Next his hand hand reached up to cup her chin and prepare her for the time their kiss would continue. With a nod, he was firm and direct with the next statement that came from his mouth. "I will-- But first these need to come off." In the small break between his words, his hands had shifted to the front of those jeans and directly on the center where they had been belted or buckled to a snug fit on her waist, inches away from her naval. With gentle tug, he pulled at it with full intent to begin the process of removing them, though this didn't completely seem to be his focus as soon after he finished speaking he'd re-engage the kiss they had put off with that moment of reaffirmation @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

As his shirt came off completely, she was almost entirely distracted. Her fingertips traced down the curves of his muscles until their lips were locked again. She was pleased to hear his acceptance, but even more so when she felt that firm tug on her jeans. His lips almost immediately found hers again and a soft moan vibrated against him as his hands went to work with the buttons. She would continued to work his tongue with hers, holding his face in her hands, until he unfastened her jeans entirely. Before he had the time to pull them off of her, she pressed him into the couch with her kiss before pulling away just as fast; her flat palm pushing on his chest to keep him away from her. Slowly removing herself from his lap, her dark eyes remaining on his, she came to stand in front of him. Her thumbs slipped in between the jeans and her hips at an agonizingly slow pace as she pushed them down off her frame. She carefully stepped out of them while she then crossed her arms over each other to grab the hem of her crop top sweater. With the same slow pace, and stripped it off her head and let her long curls bounce against her tanned skin. All that remained was a matching set of black undergarments that she didn’t seem to be spending the time to remove. Instead, she closed the distance between her and the couch only to lean towards Lance, her hands immediately finding the same center spot on his jeans that he had tugged on. She brought her lips close to his again before she whispered against them. “Is that what you wanted to see?” She made no effort to unfasten his jeans, instead seemed to be using it as a leverage point to pull him closer. A sly smile graced her face after her question, feeling the tension between them Rising with each passing second. @Ono

She was great at teasing, and as much as it riled him up with rage to finally unleash what he was holding back, she always seemed to follow it up with something to sweeten the mood again; to keep him wrapped around her finger with seemingly little he could do. He humored her for the moment and laid back from her gentle touch that pushed his back onto the cushions behind him. He hadn't gone far, but acknowledging her movements, his hand released its grip of her pants and he looked up to her for the first time. Agonizing was an understatement; watching every second that went by without her clothing being removed drove him hungry for more. The view of the black lingerie that matched both the aura she gave off as much as that long hair that struggle to keep out of that beautiful face of hers. He began to get up and react promptly to what he had seen before realizing that she now had leaned back forward again with those eyes that were like daggers. He heard every single word she said, but was more fixated on finally letting lose the pent up arousal she had placed upon him. One my ironically say this would be the rare occasion that Rowan found herself "in danger." After the first yank and the visage of that diabolic smirk on her face, he rose from the couch, his hand quickly moving downward to ensure she rose with him to continue their eye contact. Resting her ass that still was concealed behind that last layer of clothing, Lance drove her into the closest wall he could find with a gentle press against it. Before he went any further, he finally gave her a reply that was redundant considering his action within the moment. "That, and a whole lot more." Shifting his hands to her thighs to ensure she was properly secured between him and the wall, he pulled her up enough to where they were face to face to re-engage in their lips meeting and striving to gain more of the taste her bourbon soaked tongue had given him. Using his body as leverage to keep her against the wall, his hands lowered enough for him to finally proceed with unbuckling his jeans and allowing them to fall to the ground as he continued maintaining pinning her against the wall. Had she chose to, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to push back and force him off of her, though his hands were quickly moving back up her thighs gently to rest upon her rear with a firm grip. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

As he rose off the couch, his height was more intimidating to her now. Without her heels, she was much shorter than him and as he lifted her against the wall, she found her bottom lip between her teeth. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, securing him to her as her hands found his jawline and brought their lips together again after he spoke. The faint taste of alcohol on his tongue only made her actions more hungry as she pulled and clawed at his flesh. It had been a long while since Rowan had partaken in any kind of sexual activity, having picked her partners precariously since her stint at Moonlight. The adrenaline that pulsed through her veins was electrifying and she had almost forgot how much she craved that sort of release. At the sound of his jeans hitting the ground caused the corners of her mouth to curve upwards in a smile. She knew how close they were to her bar cabinet and when she withdrew her hand from his face, it gravitated towards another bottle of bourbon. She pulled her lips from his and rested the back of her head against the wall as her chocolate eyes barely opened to look into his. She used both hands to uncorked the bottle with relative ease, taking a long drink where small streams of liquor seeped from the corners of her mouth and dropped on her chest. He had told her he would let her know if she hurt him and the only thing she could think about was putting that to the metaphorical test. Pulling the bottle slowly from her lips, she placed it back on the counter that was directly next to them before easing her face closer to his. The smell of bourbon was immensely stronger now that she was practically doused in it. Her wet lips grazed against his as her hands caressed down his chest, making sure to eliminate all the space between them she could as she tugged on him. @Ono

The constriction of Rowan's legs around Lance's waist succeeded in ensuring there was very little space between the two of them. Pressing against her body as snug as possible, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to feel the mass of built up sexual tension and arousal imprinted in his boxers. Anytime she moved, even if slightly, it would grind against the front of her own underwear which triggered a slight twitch of joy along with a tight squeeze of her behind that was seated almost perfectly in his hands. He gave a blank stare as he watched her effortlessly remove the cork from another bottle of whiskey and practically inhale most of the bottle's contents like a drunkard on pay day. A light chuckle left him as he took in the welcoming scent of alcohol that blended into her chest and had bound itself to her tongue, soon after one of his hands moving away from its current location and rising up to her face. He first had his sights set on redirecting her directly to himself, but instead his hand's movement diverted towards the bottle that had been placed back on the counter. Pushing his body against her own once to spur any attention she may have directed to her free hand's location, he finally raised the bottle and let it waterfall down his own gullet before shoving it back onto the counter. Though it did not mentally or physically impair him, the added scent of the bourbon, their bodies in close proximity to each other, and the warm feeling of the liquor traveling down into his body heated up his body temperature which now matched the mood of their engagement. Before any other action could be taken, his hand finally reached towards its original destination to first cup her chin and direct her attention completely back to him. It wasn't clear whether he was glaring at her or not, but any sense of ill intent had been thrown away as he gave off a sinister grin of his own followed by continuing the concentrated connection between their lips. As much as he enjoyed the constant smacking of their lips as they traded the similar taste of borbon that coated the cavity surround their tongues, it became apparent that kissing was beginning to be not enough to satisfy the deep need they were craving; a need for further contact. Opening one eye, he looked around the room to find a location that would better suit the next half of their session. With his free hand now moving back to hold her up, they both began to move again to a new location: the counter that had been clear of all but the one bottle recently mentioned. Seating her now onto the counter, he waited for the slight moment that her legs released their grip on him to continue with his next action. Tilting his body enough for his left hand to slip between the two of them, his hand grazed against the same area his crotch had grinded against during their time against that wall. His fingers had a gentle but rugged touch that traced a line down the center cloth of the panties. soon after, one finger slipped in to follow that same line though very gentle and feint enough to give a reaction. Within that very moment it shifted the elastic of the lingerie to the side as another finger joined suit in the movement that Lance had began to provide much as though to tease her from what she likely really wanted. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

She watched him guzzle his own large swigs of bourbon before replacing the bottle where she had originally set it. His firm press against the wall had brought about her own delighted smile as her eyes slowly ventured down his frame. Her admiration was quickly derailed though, his hand coming up to direct her lips into his kiss. She hungrily pressed into him, using her own delicate hands to slide down his neck and pull him harder to her. The mass between his legs did not go unnoticed, especially as he rocked his hips against her momentarily. A slight hitch in her breath and a gently dig of her nails was the only reaction she had to him lifting her again, however when she landed on the cabinet top next to the bottle, her hands instantly dropped to the waistline of his boxers. He must have had the same idea, because almost immediately she felt his fingers graze against her groin, her stomach tensing and her back arching her torso into his. Their chins met each other as she bent towards him and when her breathing faltered from the feeling of his fingers against her lower lips, the stutter could be felt against his face. She joined him in his eagerness, slowly massaging the hardened bulge behind his underwear. His gentle fingers would discover how aroused she really was rather quickly, her bottom lip finding it’s way between her teeth again as he hand dipped into his boxers and her eyes cast his a sultry stare. She took a broken inhale as she caressed his length, rocking her hips slightly against his fingers as if it wasn’t his fingers that were there. “Do you want to take this upstairs?” The question had only slipped passed her lips because of the limited amount of room they had where they were. He rather large room would be more than enough for the two of them, but if he declined, so he could make the living room work. @Ono

The intensity of his lust had risen slightly above the range of his rationality in the immediate moment. A slight thought considered how uncomfortable for Rowan if he decided to take her right then and there against the counter in that small room. While tempting as it had been in the moment, he first nodded in agreement before prompting his reply to the woman who’s arousal had become notable as his own was. “A different room might make things easier, though I have no qualms about bending you over this counter right now and getting something we both have been aching for.” Thanks to their close proximity, his voice was clearly articulated but he felt a bit of disappointment in retracting his hand with just a bit of moisture from the arousal he got a feel for. Moving his body to side and away from between her legs for what may be a short while, he rested the other hand on the count and leaned into it as he awaited her next move. Any thoughts on the interior of the next location was not important to him; his focus was completed trained on the urge of his loins and the unsettling thoughts of what he intended to do to her once they had entered that room. She talked much of potentially harming him, and the further they went on, he was intent on putting her dangerous nature to the test. The moment she took those first steps towards whichever direction facing outward from Lance, his hand that had not been holding him up on the counter would reach out and strike her on the rear with an audible pop that wouldn’t have been painful, but with a decent amount of pitch to potentially cause a brief flinch. “I’m curious to see what further danger awaits me, Ms. Rowan.” @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan’s eyes stared intently into his, her shaking breath being the only thing giving away how much he was right when he said they had been aching for something. When he removed his fingers from her underwear, a small whine came from her throat as she pushed herself forward and off the counter. He didn’t give her a whole lot of room to dismount the furniture, their lips almost coming into contact as she slithered out from between him and the wood. Just as she turned her back, she felt the strike against her ass and swiftly turned to stare at him, a hand instinctively going to the quickly forming red mark and her jaw almost on the ground. She tried to refrain from laughing, but it came out in a scoff. “You listen here, Lance. I don’t feed from foreign places. I don’t know where you’ve been. You might… get stuck in my teeth or something.” She chuckled. As climbed the stairs with ease, mainly trying to put some distance between them before she made her way to the large dark wood door that was her own. Pushing it open, it revealed a large room with white and black aesthetics; white wallpaper with black bedspreads, dark wood furniture and black out curtains. Once in the room, she waited for Lance to enter before she closed the door behind him. @Ono

“Aha, now look who’s the scared one.” Was all he could make out as he trailed behind her immediately following the last action she appeared very keen on blowing off despite forcing out a scoff in reply. Lance did try to keep up with her, opting to use the stairs rather than hover to the next half story or so up in Rowan’s humble abode. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, all he could make out was the hallway of different doors that led to multiple rooms followed by Rowan’s lightly colored and delicate frame escaping to a large room not too far from the stairwell. Lance at first thought to call out to her, but held back any words until he reached the room. He wanted to applaud her for her nimble movements as much as he wanted to prod fun at the appearance she gave in these actions. It was much like her playing a game of hunter and prey as ironic as it sounded. The seductive and gorgeous vampire hunted down by the kryptonian/human hybrid. Surprisingly it only drew more desperation for Lance to clear the distance between the two of them as his next heavy step on the floorboards finally granted him entrance into the large room. From a quick glance, it looked like enough room for three of the rooms they had previously been fooling around in. It was perfect, but missing a key element that his hazel irises wandered around the room in search of: Rowan. With one brief turn, he found himself looking towards the only location he hadn’t taken a look at yet, with curious eyes to see what sight would be unveiled to him after their brief ‘game’ that Rowan lured him into. The thought overcame him on whether or not he truly was the hunter in the situation. Rowan’s next actions likely would have brought an answer without any additional dialogue required. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉 (edited)

Rowan shut the door behind him as he entered, her caramel skin tone, black hair and black clothing putting a stark contrast on the alabaster walls. She was much shorter than him and likely not very intimidating, but as she slowly stepped towards him, her eyes zeroed in on his. Her movements were graceful and precise as she sauntered one leg in front of the other until her hands met his chest. She gently pushed on him, backing him across the room as her eyes ventured from@his to his lips until he was inches from the edge of her bed. There wouldn’t be any movement he could make that would be quicker than her sudden forceful shove that would fall him directly into her bed. Making her way to edge, the spot he had previously been standing on, she crawled onto the bed to straddle his hips before she lowered her torso to him to whisper in his ear. “Tell me, Lance. How much danger do you want to be in tonight?” Her lips danced across his ear with every word and her groin rocked against his as she sucked in a stuttered inhale. With most of his clothes gone, she could feel just how large he was between her legs and that the arousal between them hadn’t been one sided. She used one hand to caress his cheek, pulling his ear closer to her as she gently bit down on his lobe and let out a small chuckle. @Ono

Slam. That's what he heard before finally getting a glimpse again of the much smaller woman who had successfully snared her into this trap; his eyebrows lifted with a bit of a surprise as a firm press on each of the lumbar regions of his oblique muscles. Forced into a slight stumble, he landed softly on the bed now behind him that was much softer than the standing position they had just recently enjoyed experiencing together. Finally realizing how this was progressing he gave a chuckle and smile that rose but was halted by the sound of her voice fluttering through his eardrum. And then finally the slight yank of his ear followed by the wet earlobe nibble. He let out a soft but surprised gasp before deciding to return the favor. "You said that I wouldn't be leaving tonight. Show me what else will keep me here." His breath brushed across her shoulder where his head rested as he first began his counter attack with first pecking a kiss on the area of her neck closest to his lips. Little by little it advanced from kisses, to a very elongated lick, and finally his teeth sinking into her skin. His hands went work again, giving that ass he smacked earlier a gently rub along each cheek before a tug went around the elastic that had been firmly secured around her waistline. His intentions weren't to pull them off, just to spur her into another reaction much like the one she had before. Whether or not she made a response, though rough hands motioned up her waist back to her hips again to continue this pseudo massage that coincided with the attack directed to her neck. He maintained this position with her for a decent amount of time, allowing her the chance to hold this dominate position over him for the moment, The attention to his ear was.. different. It was something he didn't think would work as something to make him continue striving for more out of their interaction. Eventually once he assumed that he had perfectly marked her with the imprint of his own "canines" on her neck, he used the leverage he had on her hips to redirect her back onto the bed and him now seated on top of her, looking down with hungry eyes. Almost as though to restrain himself, his breathing was halted with one simple phrase. "While I enjoy teasing back and forth and can continue on and on, I think it's time we.. heat things up a bit. Ready to lose the panties, or will I have to take them off for you?" @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

’Show me what else will keep me here.’ A wicked smile crossed her features as she retorted with the same sultry whisper against his ear while her hips continued to rock atop him. “With pleasure.” She slid a hand into his locks as she her mouth found the crook of his neck. Her tongue and teeth worked in tandem as she sucked a mark onto his flesh while emitting long, deep moans at his actions. His mouth against her own neck sent chills down her spine and almost made her cease what she was doing. The tug at her loins made her hips move harder and more concentrated against him before she reconnected with his ear. Soft moans of ecstasy flitted through his ear canal while a light trace of her tongue followed suit. Her breath instantly cooled any dampened skin and just before she went to push him down against the bed, he shifted her own momentum and pushed her back into the soft, silk sheets. “In due time, my love.” She cooed, a wide smile across her face. Arching her back drastically, allowing her naval to be nearly at his chest, she slid her fingers behind her back to unclasp the bra had had kept her chest from him. Once undone, she slid the black lace off and dropped it onto the floor as her back lowered onto the bed. Her legs found themselves around his waist, hugging tightly to his sides as she stared down at him with an aching lust. Her eyes were almost black with need as her hands trailed over her exposed breast and down her abdomen, her thumbs sliding in between her flesh and the fabric of her underwear. He was rightly in the way of her removing them and she knew it, but her eyes never left his as that deviant smirk crossed her lips and her hands lightly pulled at her last remaining bit of clothing. @Ono

The focus effort she placed on the region closest to his carotid artery hadn’t gone unnoticed. In similar fashion to his own attack upon her delicate skin, a rough groan grazed the area and cooled the moist skin lightly glazed with the quickly dissolving saliva. Her constant bumping and grinding from the shifting of her hips on served to ensure that growing length in his boxers had remained in its hard state, twitching during each shifting of Rowan’s hips that pushed her crotch down on his own. And then that delicate sound that he wanted to hear as much as possible flew directly into the ear marked with similar work that had been left on his neck as well. His eyes locked onto her anxiously as she began to remove one half of the last articles of clothing left on her person. His hands motioned again down the shape of he physique, this time with more attention directed to her breasts this time. His hands gripped her with a loose underhanded grab before his head lowered itself towards her chest, the gust of his breath coated in bourbon and channeled by lust too hard to contain finally stopping with one gentle movement of his lips. His face halted with his lips pressing against her sternum, leaving an audible wet smack as he completed the first kiss. His hands massaged each breast delicately as though he was worried to damage them. The only thing that restricted him from going any further had been her constriction placed around his waist. He used this to his leverage, grinding against her before finally deciding that he had held back his final layer of clothing for far too long. With a mindful nod and a smile to the statement she said, adding to the consistency of their constant teasing, his back readjusted to where he was standing over her, glancing down at all the beauty he was intent on ruining. With his own hands pulling at the fabric clinging to his waist, he pulled down his underwear to reveal the main source of his lust that had finally become unhinged. With one fling, it shot out as a firm erection that now stood inches from her groin. Finally he lent her a hand much like he had alluded to with his previous statement. Tugging again at the fabric that cling to her waist, his fingers grazed past it acknowledging the apparent coyness Rowan was showing as the final step before the next transition of this event took place. The new location of his right hands’ index fingers and thumb was the center of the elastic. With a gentle rub before entrance, he used them to pull back that elastic to reveal what he could of the damp area that rested underneath it; clearly dying for more attention despite Rowan’s apparent attempts to stall the moment as much as possible. “Playing difficult are we? It’s a shame really” With little effort, he directed his cock to the opening that had only slightly been touched earlier, prodding against it as though he were going to force it in, he moved his own hips back and reluctantly allowed the head of his length to slide past the labia and clitoris before resting at the top of her crotch. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉 (edited)

His attention to her chest made her back arch harder, reveling in the feeling of his large hands on her breasts and his lips against her sternum. Her eyes closed as moved into it, gently rocking against him like ocean waves until she felt his warmth leave her. Her eyes snapped open and she propped herself up on her elbows as he removed his last barrier. There was no shock or hesitation at his length, only a hunger for everything he had to offer as her eyes seemed to darken more and her lip found its way between her teeth. His words pulled her eyes from his sex just in time for him to adequately see her reaction to his action. Her exhale came out in an euphoric moan as her eyes shot down to watch what he was doing. Her hips involuntarily writhed against him as he teased her, only fueling her lust for him more. She hasn’t been ‘playing difficult’ as much as she had been teasing him, pushing him closer and closer to see how far was too much for him to handle. He was quite skilled in doing the same to her and it was showing by his little control she had left. She let herself fall back onto the bed as she arched her chest in the air again, sliding her underwear off her frame after she had inched far enough away to make the action committable. When she had finished, she pulled herself closer to him moved his shaft the same way he had, between her lower lips and costing him slightly in her arousal. “Do you think this is enough to keep you here?” She asked teasingly, referring to when he told her to show him what would keep him in the DrAccic mansion. She sat herself up, still keeping him between her legs, but bringing her lips to his chest as she let small, wet kisses across it. “How about this?” @Ono

As their interaction continued with one another, it was becoming more apparrant that Rowan had Lance in the palm of her hand. Even when he teased to spur her to move onward, she found some way to deliver payback to any 'punishment' he was keen on providing her. As he continued the slight slip of his manhood riding just outside of her delicate folds, the look of enticement on her face and the womanly sounds she vocalized drew him to let out a feint but manly groan that slipped past his full lips. He almost didn't hear the reply Rowan had given him in response to an earlier question while he watched her remove that last layer of defense that perfectly showed all that had been left hidden from him. With a bit more self-control, he wanted to show special attention to every single inch of her body, but his lust was fixated on one specific action that was developing within the moment. "I might never leave now." He said with a joking but unintentionally serious tone as his hungry eyes directed back to their groin areas that had become nearly glued together thanks to the arrangement of her legs that clamped to his waist and ensured that he couldn't leave and that she also had no chance to move away. With his hands sliding off her body as gently as possible, he moved them to grip each of her thighs with a light grip as his hips moved back to reaffirm the direction of his length. With the head of his cock finally brushing again her entrance again, he slowly began to slip himself inside of her for the first time, moving slowly only to get a feel for just how tight she was and allow her to fully get an idea of how much of him would fit inside of her. A labored moan left his own lips as he finally found himself submerged in the walls he had wished to breach and struggled to delay this night. "Fuck.." **He looked to her face again, still hovering above her as he now had completely pushed himself inside of her, normally he'd wait for a reaction and see just how much

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she may have been enjoying this or unsatisfied, but the constant teasing was too much. Without a delay, he reeled his hips back as much as her legs would allow him to before forcing back forward firmly; taking care that his rough thrust was efficient enough to ensure pleasure rather than pain. Once he got an idea of how she was managing what amount of length of his she could take, he would lower his frame down against her own, his lean muscular physique clamping her down on the bed as he moved back in for another kiss.** @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

‘I might never leave now.’ A wide smile that creased her eyes split her face, but only for a moment as she felt him trace down her soaked slit and slowly enter her. She emitted a sharp gasp as her elbows buckled, sending her onto her back as his length seemed to just keep going. Her inhale shook and the grip around his waist from her legs quivered as she struggled to contain herself. His deep voice ruptured the air around them and in the next second, he withdrew to push himself inside her harder. Her gasp came again, but was accompanied by a high pitched, moaned exhale that was quickly cut off by the presence of his lips on hers. Upon their connection, her voice dropped a bit deeper as she moved her hips just slightly against his. Her hands came to clasp at his face and keep his mouth against hers while her tongue had time to explore his. Her lungs had lost all logical function from his efforts. Her breaths were either quick and stuttered or long and quivering, all dependent on how his hips moved. Her arms eventually found their way down his throat and coiled around his neck while one hand ventured into his locks as it had before on the lower level of the house. The scent of the bourbon and the feel of him inside her triggered her need for him hard. If he had stopped his thrusts in favor of her kiss, she would gently rock her hips against him to cause his organ to slowly move in and out of her. If he continued to thrust into her, her grip around would tighten and he would feel every moan against his lips, his sudden hilts causing her to jolt underneath him. @Ono

Holding on to the bed to keep his body steady in case her legs faltered, Lance's body continued its movement in unison with the wet kiss that he'd provide her with every single lunge he took inside of her; each that were met with an audible pop that gave sound to the quick and strong movement that pushed inside her and sent shockwaves across their colliding skin. Within their mouths interlacing with one another, he couldn't help but release a gasp of breath that groaned to the pleasure he received the deeper his cock sank into her tight grip; desperately trying to push her walls apart so that it could ravage her freely. While not exhausted, he did eventually find himself stopping for a moment, his length twitching inside of her as though it didn't want this movement to end so prematurely. He felt as her own hips would rock into his, begging for him to continue, a sentiment that he'd continue very soon. Within a few seconds of his brief halt to see just how much lust Rowan had also been holding back, he once again moved backwards, feeling how she pulled on him as if to ensure he couldn't leave that delicate hole that he became addicted to pounding away at. After as much length left as her constriction around his waist would provide, he shoved himself back into her with a loud smack that resonated around the room and moved the bed more violently than their initial sex. This time his movements began to pick up in speed, his rod forcing into her rapidly and stretching her as much as it could. Each time he pulled back, it immediately pushed back inside as though to ensure her hole would be unable to resist any force and succumb to being used purely to please the organ that slipped in and out of it. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

His audible moans into her mouth sent her body into him more, wanting to somehow be closer. Her tongue madly enveloped his to the point that when their kisses separated, even for a moment, she was left gasping from their lip lock and his continued thrusts. At his sudden stop, she felt an exasperated whine leave her lips to flutter across his. Their lips had just been barely parted from each other and when he rushed back into her, she tossed her head back hard and closed her eyes. Her hands involuntarily pulled his lips down to her neck, which even if his breath was the only thing to touch it, sent wave after wave of stimulation through her body. Her cries of pleasure were loud and her writhing body only helped to drive the fact home that she was immensely enjoying him. She could feel him push through her tightness, coating his shaft in her juices that had seemed to keep coming and as his plunges picked up in frequency, she could feel not only the heat and construction in her core, but also the ache in her fangs. They begged to eject, to pierce skin and give her that added rush of ecstasy that only made orgasms more intense, but she refused. Her moans had taken a slight deeper groan on the end of them, but it only lasted for a fraction of the time that her truly pleased high-pitched moans did. “Fucking hell...“ Her voice cooed out in high tone as her eyes remained closed. She could feel herself pushing on his arms, almost as if to stop him from going so deep, but that wasn’t the case at all. She could feel her body threatening to betray her by reaching her climax so soon, so she dwelled on the ache in her teeth and the pounding in her head. The brief stall allowed her to continue to feel the pleasure from everything he provided, even if it killed her ravenous need for him for a few moments. @Ono

Their kiss didn’t last long, the release of their sound from the pleasure inducing movement causing them to relinquish the lock between their mouths. Within the same moment, Rowan’s delicate hands found their way around him to redirect his attention towards her neck again. Motioning his arms around her abdomen, they gained a tight grip of her body structure as he began to extend the length of each lunge forward he took to force his way past her stiffening grip. It had been faint but he noted a shift in her body’s reaction to constant attack directed inside of her; like a violent urge to take some drastic action. Had Lance not found himself completely immersed in the wave of lust that overcame him, he likely would have questioned it before continuing any further. Despite the constant warnings Rowan had given throughout their growingly long evening together, he pressed onwards with full intent to use her as a toy fitting for his sexual pleasure. Soon after that brief moment that had been brought to an end by Rowan’s fangs bearing with the urge to sink into flesh, the muscles in Lance’s arm flexed as he began to raise her frame off the bed with the grip he had gained in his previous movement. Arranging her in a way where she would be able to look him in the eye again as he continued fucking her from this new positioning. His supernatural strength offered him more than enough freedom to now utilize her body by lifting her up and back down onto his length before switching to his hips moving back and forth to continue their constant interaction. As he advanced at this new stage of their sex, he found himself unable to say much, instead groaning about like a animal in desperate need to release an orgasm that was endured but slowly building up. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

His deep lunge and firm grip on her sides made her voice ring out in gasps and moans as her hands gripped into his hair and arms hard. Her nails dug into his muscles and the remnants of a smile on her face remained nearly the entire time. As he lifted her into his lap, her curls fell around them both until she flipped them all to one side. Her lips found his again, even if his continued thrusts jolted her sharply. She craved every part of him in that moment. His shaft borrowing into her, his strong hands around her and his tongue against hers was a cacophony of pleasure that she refused to let die. Her own hips began bouncing in tune with his, her chest lightly smacking against his and with each powerful thrust, she could feel the need in her rise. She had warned him and he stuck around. He knew what she was and he stayed. He knew what she was capable of and he came up to her bedroom. When she pulled her lips from his and her fangs ejected from their pockets, she tilted her head back and let out more moans of ecstasy. Her fangs were now about an inch longer than they had been and much sharper. She craved blood so immensely, but pushed it down as she slowly opened her eyes to stare into his. His lust and need to be satisfied was clear to see and the fact that he was extracting both of things from her only increased those same feelings from her. She lowered her face to his ear with a wicked smile to match her dark words. “How much danger do you really want to be in tonight, Lance?” Her voice was seductive and needy as she traced her tongue along his neck and hummed. His ravenous dives into her depths still brought forth lust-filled moans and high pitched coos, but her words were purposeful and full of promises. @Ono

While he hadn't shared any characteristics that would explain any animalistic, or rather bloodthirsty behavior, his actions mirrored the urge she had to extract his blood though with the mindset on a different type of pleasure. The sound of her crying out for pleasure was like fuel to the ardor he felt to continue pounding away at her from this lifted positioning. His locs moved back and forth much like her curls did as it was becoming increasingly obvious just how close he was to the eventual climax he felt building up. Despite keeping a tight grip on his upcoming release, Rowan's actions whether intentional or not it was hard to fight off the need to finish soon. After the last few times of their lips meeting each other much like the other end of their bodies did, he had closed his eyes in the middle of passion, completely have avoided seeing any sign of her fangs or the luscious expression on her face as he continued forcing himself forward, holding on tightly and grunting away with ever hip movement that shoved him back into her. -- And then before he knew it, she spoke alluding to the talking point that continued to pop up often throughout their session together. With one last thrust followed by that wet audible sound of him slipping in and out of her, he halted for a moment with labored breathes as he started to ponder what exactly she meant. Was his initial suspicious while on their walk to the mansion valid? Did she have full intentions of adding human hybrids to her palate, using sex as her way to gain it? With his perceptible breathing coming to a halt, he finally responded to her statement with a bit of a sly tone. "I've taken all I could have asked for so far. What further danger awaits my stay here, Rowan?" The climax from earlier slightly slipping away, he lowered her back to the bed before letting his arms release her to gently bounce off the mattress. Turning his hand positioning to her outer thighs, he lined himself up again, teasing her befor

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His sudden halt caused a groan to slip out of her. She had not expected him to stop and the sudden removal of his shaft from inside her left her breathless and ragged. A mischievous smirk crept across her face as at his question and a light chuckle left her once she gently bounced on the bed. She watched as his firm hands made their way to her thighs to angle himself up again. His tip teased at her sex lightly, but as he pushed in, she couldn’t help the loud and short moan of pleasure between the two of them. She sat herself up on her elbows to look down at what he was doing, before her eyes slowly fixed on his. They were still hungry for him and her hands still seemed to hold her lust as she slowly traced her fingertips down her own chest and stomach before she spoke. “Come down here and find out. If you’re everything you say you are, it will be the best moment of your life.” She smiled widely enough to reveal her sharp fangs, but drew no other attention to them other than showing off her body to him. @Ono

The look of desperation for them to continue was well interpreted once his eyes had focused on hers; the statement that followed was all the additional information he needed before a smile of his own formed across his ebony countenance. At this point her fangs hadn't been nearly as surprising as they should have been; if anything he felt a deep need to follow her instructions following the seductive appearance upon her visage and that he caught an eye of looking up and down her figure. Adjusting his position more onto the bed rather than standing, he shifted her further onto the bed to allow him more room to seat each knee and calf on the bed. Directly aligned with her own body, he took his next push forward, howling out a groan from the intoxication grip he had on her following their brief intermission. Following his articulated lust, he began to speak in response to her statement, having followed through with bridging the gap between them as he was requested. "You got what you wanted,--What dangers await as I keep pounding away-- at a beauty like yourself." Each part of his statement was cut off the more that he dig into her and reeled back out before shoving himself back in with a smack. Normally he remained quiet during sex; focused purely on seeking out that orgasm before moving on. Rowan had proven without a single doubt that she was different from most women; possibly different from most lady vampires like herself as well. It wasn't a wonder why so much business was available at the Speakeasy when she was around. If there was even a slight chance for anyone to continue pounding away as Rowan much like Lance was doing now, that would have been all the motivation needed for a guest to show up. **As he continued onward, he couldn't help but feel the same urge that was rising earlier; a climax was building back up again, though now the question would be how long it would be before it was too much for him to hold back. While he waited for any furthe

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It wouldn’t take long after Lance’s question left him that he would understand exactly what dangers awaited him. She didn’t waste any time as he lowered himself to her. She lovingly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, whispering into his ear before she did anything else. “The best orgasm of your life.” She plunged her fangs into his neck, holding his torso to her with a vice-like grip around his neck. The sharp incision of her pin-prick fangs would cause a stabbing jolt of pain at the location, but as her tongue ran over the holes and she began to draw his blood from him, it would start to feel like she was caressing every nerve of his body was a gentle swipe of her fingers. Every suck would pull against his veins as if her tongue was massaging each and every one while her walls constricted around his shaft with every thrust. She only took a few lengthy gulps from him before she pulled her plump lips away with a gasp. His blood was ten times sweeter and thicker than a humans, leaving her with everything she needed to fill her with only a few drinks. Her tongue came out to lick the corner of her mouth, leaving no trace of what she had done behind as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her grip on his neck loosened. His thrusts had suddenly felt more precise and seemed to hit every section of her depths that she needed as her abdomen constricted. “Fuck yes, Lance. Harder, please~ Right there!” Her nails dig into his shoulders and her hips rocked in tandem with his as she could feel her orgasm gripping her. @Ono

Her arms curling around his neck and sealing him close to her being was like a spider drawing its prey into a trap; the constant pestering about the danger that awaiting him the more he continued his stride of forcing himself in and out of Rowan, rocking the bed much like her hips rocked into him. The tight grasp rendered him unable to do anything other than continue forcing his length past those tightening walls that seemed intent on pushing him out the minute his seed had been released. However, right as he began finishing his last few thrusts inside of her, the feeling of the vampire's teeth along his neck had been present once again; this time with a bite that felt less like her intending to mark him again. The pinching feeling of her fangs puncturing his skin sent a mixed reaction for Lance who had been so close to his finish and he promptly howled out though it was hard to tell if it was agony or ecstasy. "Fuck!" Was the only word he could make out, pushing past the feeling of his blood being extracted from his body but continue to deal out the punishment he directed to her loins. His skin felt like it was on fire as he continued to push forward, listening to Rowan's smack after getting a good taste of his Kryptonian/Human blood and the moans that continued afterward to their continued sex. Her lewd statements that were flung out much like she were closing in on a finish as well drove him into his final frenzy as his cock began to force his semen deep inside of her. Though he didn't seem to stop, even with his cum aiding his ability to slide in and out of her, he understood from the contracting of her hole that it wasn't long before the woman's own orgasm. "Come on Rowan, I need you to cum, now!" His seed lubricating her walls, he continued to hold up his erection for as long as necessary before Rowan's eventual orgasm had taken place, shrugging off the sensitive feeling of his pride and the aching pain emanating from his neck. <@463734551

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She felt his release and with the aided lubrication he fell deeper and harder into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tossed her head back; her abdomen tightened and her gasping breathes let him know she had finally tipped over the edge. Her walls strangled against his shaft as euphoric moans filled the room, ragged huffs of air in between each one. The wave of ecstasy that coated her body caused her legs to shake against him and her body to writhe with every thrust afterwards. Her chocolate eyes slowly peeled open to see the adonis above her struggling to keep his pace and his balance steady as a small stream of blood flowed down his neck and chest. Catching her breath and sitting herself up, she wrapped an arm under his neck and eased him onto his back as she hovered over him, inspecting his neck. “Mm. Do you trust me?” Her eyes seemed kinder now and her voice took a nurturing tone as her fingers gently pulled at the skin around his wound. If he made any indication he did, she would push the pad of her thumb into her still ejected fang to draw a pin prick of blood. Angling her thumb into his mouth, she would instruct him to suck until she started to see the wound close up. If he didn’t, she would jump off the bed with a ‘fiine’ and make her way to her dresser for her first aid kit; promptly returning to bandage his neck. If at any point he made any hesitation, restraint or whine, her head would lower to have her eyes stare at him from under her brow as if to say: ‘come on, now. It’s not that bad.’ @Ono

Rowan had spoke true; this had been the most extraordinary orgasm he had ever released. To say he'd forget it anytime soon would be a lie, at least if his kryptonian genes would allow him the ability to survive the night. Like a petrified victim, he found himself shifted onto the mattress by the vampire and within that brief moment the tables had been effectively turned on him. Blood slowly pumped out of the artery that had been punctured to allow the woman's feast that had recently been brought to an abrupt halt following Lance's sudden release. A bit confused, he found himself (nearly in embarrassment) pressing his lips down upon the woman's thumb and intaking the small extract of vampire she had presented to him. Soon after her thumb was retracted, he'd give his response to her question. "Rowan, there's blood pouring out of my neck and now I just sucked your thumb like a toddler, it'd be fair to say that trust is an understatement now." While the blood pouring from his neck seemed to remain constant, he didn't seem as phased by it as he should have. His physiology hopefully would allow him the ability to not bleed out on the spot like a normal human would have and this hadn't been the first time he sustained a wound like this that could be considered fatal. His hazel eyes locked onto the woman, wondering what he would be condemned to now after finally having provoked her enough to finally reveal the danger that had been known to Lance since the moment he began walking down the path to the woman's mansion. "Gonna let the rest of this blood go to waste? I'm ashamed that you'd just let it soak into your bed after going to the trouble of biting me." @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

She couldn’t help but laugh at his statement about trust. Watching the holes leak blood, she started to get concerned until they finally sealed themselves without leaving a scar. A wave of relief washing over her, her dark eyes found his again before creasing into a small smile. “Well, if you insist.” She slowly draped a leg over to straddle him, lowering her head down to his neck and proceeded to clean the excess blood that had seeped from his wound. She couldn’t describe the oddity of it all. It was almost as if she was… full? She was never fully satiated, but something about him made the craving for blood completely disappear. She brought her hands to his face as her tongue traced over his uninjured neck, making sure to claim every drop of blood she could. When his neck was sufficiently cleaned, she ran her hands from his jawline, down his chest and ended on his well-defined abdominal muscles as she rose herself up. “Oh trust me, it was no trouble biting you. The trouble is taking care of you afterwards. God, you’re so dramatic.” She teased. She lifted herself off of him to waltz into the adjoining bathroom to start the water, sticking a delicate hand in to test until it was just hot enough. When she came back into the bedroom, she leaned against the door frame and stared at Lance’s perfect form on her bed with a mischievous smirk. “Well, are you going to throw a fit about a shower too? Or are you afraid you’ll drown?” She couldn’t help but laugh at him, loving how his attitude had changed so dramatically from when they first met that night. @Ono

"Ha, you sink your fangs into a fella to finish cumming and I'm the dramatic one." He didn't make much of a move as the woman motioned down to clean what remained of his blood that quickly began to cease flowing, the wounds clearing up and closing soon after. It was surprising that his skin was easily penetrated and that she didn't have any ill effects from intaking his blood. However, he shrugged it off a bit, wincing as his upper body slowly rose up from the bed to help him get a better look on Rowan's new location. Finally placing his eyes on her location at the entrance of the room, he was greeted to the glowing beauty resonating from her. Nothing exactly changed about her, but she seemed so different after the steamy and bloody session they had shared together. With a scoff, he rose from his seated position and responded to Rowan's statement with a sly tone. "And if I do, what might you do? stick a thumb in my mouth again? -- But a shower might be perfect right about now." Lance raised his hand up to the area the wound had been placed at, noting that the healing process had completed sometime while Rowan cleaned off most of what remained of his mortal essence. With a turn of his head from the left and right, he stretched the muscles and relieve any unnecessary tension he felt while walking towards the direction of running water. This same hand reached out to Rowan and attempted to cup her chin, pushing her back again the door frame with one quick instance. Had he succeeded, he'd make his attempt to steal another tender kiss much like the one that started this "experience" they shared together. With a quiet smack of the lips, he'd release her and make his way towards the shower just past the nude woman. He looked back to see if she'd be joining him and not long after his attention was turned to her, he'd inquire on that same thought. "Care to join me? Maybe you like your blood to be warmed up a bit more before you have another taste." <@46

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She rolled her dark eyes at his comment. She could’ve just let him bleed out if that’s what he wanted and she tried to convey the sentiment as he walked towards her. Her arms were crossed across her small frame in comparison to his and her gaze never left his as he approached her. He cupped her chin and pressed her against the wood, giving her a gentle kiss before turning away. She couldn’t help but smile at him, her eyes lingering on him as he walked towards the shower. At his next bout of taunting, she raised an eyebrow and fully turned to face him. “Look, I’ve seen what happens when I bite you once. I don’t think you could handle it if I did it twice.” She uncrossed her arms and entered the shower from the opposite end he had stopped at. The water was hot enough to steam up the room and when it hit her skin, she couldn’t help but gasp. She stuck her hand out to feel the water when she saw the curtain swing open and Lance step in. Every part of her was still dry save for the arm that had reached out for the water. Her lips parted in a wide smile as he finally decided to step in. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” @Ono

“So a whine here or there and you’ll let a ‘helpless’ soul live? Or is this your way of saying you really like me?” He didn’t too much more time to reach out and only slightly close the distance to allow the running water a chance to hit his body. The hot water steamed his skin and worked to drag away all the remaining fluids that had began to dry along his skin. With his hand running to move his locs out of the way enough to ensure any missed areas were caught, the tainted water flowed off his body until his darkened skill finally had been removed from him. He chuckled at her lasting statement, his eyes closing as he allowed the water to rush against his face for a brief moment. “Is that right? Not gonna say ‘let me know if it hurts’ before getting another taste of blood? I won’t judge.” This statement, along with the short imitation of how Rowan had spoke to him early in the night, drove him to let off that same chuckle that was almost arrogant in sound. He didn’t get the sense that Rowan lacked control, perhaps that had just been the way vampires “got off,” something he wouldn’t be very familiar with. Though he’d be lying if he said Rowan was joking when she said it’d be an orgasm he wouldn’t forget. Though he didn’t intend for his words to come out as a panic, the pain of the spilling wound hadn’t hurt as much as his body aching for him to return to a state of rest. It was rare for his skin to be easily punctured, making it that much important for him to come to a halt and allow it a chance to heal before continuing whatever action was important. — As the water was shifted away by Lance rearranging the head to point away from his face, he used his hands to remove any excess water from his vision to redirect his focus on the nude woman who stood in the shower with him. Giving a smirk, he had looked to watch her while awaiting a response from the last few remarks he made. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

She couldn’t help but scoff when he asked if she really liked him. He was curiosity and she did regret missing the opportunity to train him at their previous employment, but surely she didn’t like him. The water cascaded down his perfect form as she grabbed a luffa and soaped it up. Her wandering eyes fell over every section of him while he used the shower head, giving her a chance to lather herself without the hinderance of the water. Her soaped hand ran over parts of her she remembered him touching, kissing and groping, leaving her jaw to slightly fall open until he redirected the shower head onto her. The water snapped her from the trance she had lost herself in and her dark eyes refocused on his while she rinsed out the luffa. “Don’t beat around the bush, Lance. If you want me to suck you dry, just say so. Is passive aggression what they taught you at Moonlight? Or is just a character trait I’m going to have to… coerce out of you?” She kept eye contact with him the entire time, even if he looked away. She let the water run down her frame and strip away the thick layer of soap she had coated herself in. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t trying to get a rise out of him, but it was how she handled everyone.l; poking and prodding until they eventually snapped. He didn’t seem easily broken, not that she was trying to break him, but he was a curio that she intended on discerning as much as she could from. @Ono

"Maybe they did, or maybe I was just born like this. Either way, how exactly do you intent to coerce it out of me? More sex and blood sucking?" He hadn't initially noticed the location of the soap but the water having properly wettened his structured body gave him more than enough ability to make that his next step for cleansing his body. The only issue was that he didn't exactly detect another loofa or even a wash cloth he could use in the immediate moment. This prompted him to unfortunately set aside their light bickering to throw another question her way as though to scurry past the conversation they had been engaged in. "Mind sharing that when you have a chance? I can help you out with that cleaning process as well if you'd like." His smirk once again gave off that feeling where it was hard to tell if he was relaxed and being generous or had a sinister thought behind it. Realistically though, flirting aside, he was making a honest suggestion. Curious even if she would offer a bit more of her more "open" personality in response to his question. Whether or not she said yes or no, he'd run a bit of the water through his long hair to rise it of any excess grime that had been resting between the hair follicles. That's when he considered another favor he'd ask for, at this point he almost knew she'd have some sly comment to say when he asked this next question. "Actually I could use some shampoo too, I'll pay you back once I start working of course. Call it taking out a loan for some of your hospitality besides the sex." @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

She couldn’t help but grin at his retort as she let the water run down her chest. Opening her mouth to answer, she was interrupted by his request for the loofa which she handed him. Turning her back to him, she grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began washing her thick hair as she spoke. “Maybe that’s my strongest coercion tactic, but it’s not my only one. Maybe I’ll hook you, line and sinker, with my other charms and right when you think you’ve settled into the only place you want to be in the entire universe, I’ll leave.” What started as a joke quickly and abruptly made her smile falter. Luckily, with her back to him he couldn’t see how hard her own words hit her. Her fingers scrubbed a bit more furiously before she realized he had also asked for soap. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to pass it back to him, her head slightly hanging as she caught a glimpse of her own body. It was naive to think everyone was superficial or that looks could get you everything; or maybe that was the problem. They could get you anything you desired, but they couldn’t keep it. She blinked rapidly and stepped back into the water, washing the soap from her hair before she grabbed the conditioner bottle and repeated the process. “Then again, that’s even too cruel for me. I was thinking food, maybe a movie if you want to stick around? If not, it’s not like I won’t see you at work.” She actively avoided looking at him and she ran her hands through her curls, staring at the white wall in front of her and trying to push the negative thoughts she herself initiated from her mind. She had no reason to be unhappy, not with the giant, flawless man behind her, naked.. in her shower. @Ono

Lance had listened closely to Rowan's statements, effectively ensuring that her perfect anatomy didn't distract him from listening to the tone of her voice that sounded playful but soon after was followed by a brief silence. While she had been speaking, he already had taken the loofa and started the process of scrubbing his own hardened dark skin with the soap Rowan shared with him. He eyed her carefully as she lifted her hair up to ensure all of the shampoo was properly distributed through her luscious hair that had a natural curl to it, though one slightly different from his own. This allowed much of her lower regions to be in better view, but before he could make any cheeky actions, her phrase had came to that solemn halt. He first thought to respond and catch this change in tone, but before he could work up the words to properly respond, she had went on to push the shampoo in his direction and soon after began speaking again. As she spoke, he began working the shampoo through his hair that had been contructed in a way to contain the curly folicles into the long appearance he displayed. While some might have saw this as a bit of a highlight to his own charm, he much favored Rowan's hairstyle over his own; it had a.. regal feel to it that ironically fit the woman's residence. The following statements that Rowan made felt much like a comic trying to recover from a bad joke. She seemed to have quickly made a statement to discard the previously stated idea altogether before offering her invitation for him to stay a bit longer. Lance moved a bit closer to try and motion some of the water towards him to ensure the soap was properly drained from his body, but also with the secondary intentions of closing the distance between the two before his next statement. "You almost had me worried for a moment there, I was beginning to think that maybe vampires were dangerously mean. Not that I'd mind, when you engage in the type of "travel" I do, you'll meet a lot of people

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that are a bit.. unsavory in lighter terms. And I'd be down, I doubt there's much else to do this evening other than enjoy the company of a beautiful woman like yourself. Certainly beats the hotel that I had rented a room at." The beginning of his statement had a bit of a sarcastic undertone but gave off a hint of compassion. He didn't truly know what may have spurred Rowan to recover so quickly from a light-hearted joke, but he was intent in helping her recover from a statement that really seemed to hit too close to home. With the water in the vicinity of both of them, he lowered his hands onto her shoulders and lightly began working his hands down her body, along with the rinsed out loofa, to ensure that any parts of her upper body that were missed had been properly cleaned. A nurturing act that would have been the best way he could show his care to the woman in this moment, even with his mind not completely being removed from the nude beauty coated in that flawless caramel complexion. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

His sarcasm had brought her back to reality for a moment, at the very least it allowed her to finish washing the conditioner from her long locks. She began to turn around when she felt his hands over her shoulders and the pressure of the loofa into her back. Her dark eyes closed and she let out a soft hum that ended in a chuckle as his words replayed in her head. “When you travel long enough, unsavory becomes something you are more and more familiar with. Although, there are some that are only perceived that way.” When she felt the loofa, now devoid of soap, rub against her she turned around to face him with a small grin on her face. She placed her hands on his waist and switched him positions to allow him to properly wash his own hair as she took the loofa for herself. Placing a few more drops of soap onto it, she turned him around to slide it against the taunt muscles on his back as she smiled softly. “So tell me. Why do you travel so frequently? It’s not like you have to worry about someone discovering what you are or what you eat.” Her eyes danced along the soapy trails she left against his flesh while her free hand came up to lightly massage pats of his torso. She had never seen a more defined man of his stature, the water making it all to clear to see as it rinsed away the soap she had just placed on him. @Ono

With Rowan having done much of the work herself, his touch didn't last long before she turned around to face him once again with that captivating smile that felt taunting to Lance. As he listened to her speak, it was obvious from the moment of her hands that she intended to return the favor, even if it may have been a bit harder for her to do so. Allowing her to return the favor, he didn't resist and proceeded to turn his body to facing the opposite wall for her to get a better visage of his posterior that she had sought to give some attention to. He only nodded with a deep "Mhm" resonating off the walls of the shower like an echo chamber. And then he held a brief silence after she inquired on why he travelled so much. Honestly, he had travelled for so long, it had become unknown to him what purpose he was looking for; that was the reason for traveling from different universes. In his home universe there were no need for masked vigilantes or men in capes; the world was peaceful and he felt that he was wasting away there. However, while there were few occasions where he did find himself becoming useful, there were many others where the reality was either too far broken, or much like his home, too peaceful for him to offer any applicable help by simply being kryptonian. These thoughts all ran through him for a few seconds as the woman traced the lining that outlined the muscles hidden within his flesh, and then he finally responded. "I guess you can say I haven't found a home yet; there's not a specific place that I feel I truly belong at. Though I guess I'm looking to be needed somewhere and realize that not everyone needs, nor wants an easy fix to their problems through one superhuman." As melancholy as his phrase may have sounded, he didn't seem to grief over the reality of why he kept traveling from one place to another. It was his reality; one that he was okay with and would continue to live until he finally found a reason to stop the constant travelling.

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While he remained vague on what type of travelling he did, he wondered what Rowan would make of that statement; hell he wondered if that may have played a role in her moving from one place to another. However, instead of returning the question, he waited quietly for a response, letting the only sound that remain be the running water from their shower. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Rowan related to his sentiment and reason for traveling more than he knew, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t wish she could fit in a little better like he could. In the silence where he awaited an answer, she rinsed the loofa and made sure there wasn’t a speck of soap on his back as she cleared her throat. “Finding a home is hard.” She took a deep breath and squeezed at his sides to let him know she was finished. If they were going to continue their night, she would need to order food and get to work on getting everything ready if he was going to stay. If he turned to face her, she would give him a kind smile before pulling him down for a kiss. If he kept his back to her, she would kiss the middle of his back and gently rub his back before emitting a small chuckle. “I’m going to go order food. Take your time.” *If she wasn’t stopped, she would exit the shower, grab a towel and make her way into the bedroom. Pulling her phone out, she would place an order for a little of everything at the local pub, marking it for delivery. @Ono

Following the signal that she had finished, it wasn't long after before the water ceased to trail from the shower head above them. Running his hands through his hand ones more to ensure that an excess moisture had been removed from it, he turned to face Rowan who had already been awaiting him with intentions of pulling him down for a pleasant kiss. The hum of his vocal chords as their kiss persisted for a moment was brief as the kiss was, followed by the smacking of their lips upon it ending. With a gentle smile, he replied to her first statement as he made his way out of the shower alongside her. "Couldn't have said it better myself. I can only imagine how it is for you and Xaiden." There was a brief bit of silence, likely to allow any agreement before Rowan's next statement followed along with the captivating sight of her frame leaving the bathroom with a towel at hand. It'd be a lie to say Lance wasn't tempted to initiate a round two, however he felt that over their nightly order there would be a bit much to discuss following their prior exchange that saw both of them revealing a bit more about themselves than likely intended. His hand gently landed on the location where a gaping wound had been left just moment before the shower they shared together. Of all the various beings and personalities he met thus far, Rowan was far more different than he ever could imagine. That mystery was one he couldn't help but wish to crack; something that lingered in his mind much after his brief conversation with Sixiang who had only met the woman for a short time. She seems to have something heavy that she's hiding to herself but I might just be making assumptions **That was the words the mercenary had left for him before Lance had applied to that strange speakeasy those months in the past. Shaking off the reminscience of their short past, Lance finally grasped towel of his own and wrapped it snug around his waist. It hadn't been long since Rowan left which left

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him trailing her behind only slightly.** @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

At the mention of Xaiden, Rowan scoffed a bit. Lance wasn’t wrong. It was hard for them to settle down anywhere without one of the DrAccic siblings finding some manner of mischief. The speakeasy had been her fault though and it was still a hole she hadn’t been able to fill inside her. She had meandered over to the bed as she clicked away at her phone, settling on to it while she thought on location after location that they had moved from and why. After the order was placed, she looked up at Lance with a big sigh. “I think the Speakeasy was the longest place we have ever stayed, since turning that is. It’s hard to hold down a job when you don’t age and when Xaiden found Moonlight, it was kind of perfect. No one cared what we were and it was probably one of the only places that we could’ve spent a long time at, but… I couldn’t stay and after my decision, Xaiden was too afraid to let me be on my own.” She stood from the bed with her towel wrapped around her and made her way to the dresser, pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a tank top before she turned her head to face him. “If you need comfortable clothes, Xaiden’s room is right next door. Feel free to raid his closet, if you can find a shirt that will fit.” She smiled before unraveling the towel and starting to slide the clothing on. The black sweatpants rested perfecting along her hips and the yellow tank top hugged her form in place. She wouldn’t look at him again as she tried her best to dry her untamable curls and if he did choose to stay in the room, he would see all of this occur. @Ono

"I'm guessing there's not many places you've visited that are welcoming to supernatural folk. It's a shame, where I'm from, and the places I've visited, people like you and I are a mixed discussion." He cut his statement short before delving into a long winded conversation that was likely to take place soon; taking up her offer to sneak off with some of Xaiden's clothes with a laugh. Finding a decent pair of clothing to wear into the night, he found himself walking back towards the room with the towel rolled around his neck. As the moderate sound of his footsteps was heard upon him re-entering the room he took a look at the woman positioned on the bed, phone in hand. Ironically the only attire that seemed feasible enough to fit Lance's body type were a tank shirt and jogging pants. He thought to move back to the bed again but decided to linger near the doorway for a while. Leaning back against the wall near the entrance, he looked out towards the window prior to speaking more. "Any reasons why the age thing has help you on the run though? I'm guessing angry mobs with pitchforks or some shit like that, maybe even some deranged hunter who walks around with wooden stakes." He laughed at the ideology of that as though it wasn't a problem he, and various other kryptonians shared. His eyes closed for a brief moment but would direct back to her again anticipating another response. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

Lance’s words lingered in the air as he left, leaving Rowan to lightly scoff to herself with a smile. Moonlight had been the last place she found where supernatural folk were common place and even then, there had been too many Rum and Cokes™️ for her liking. After getting dressed, she made her way back to the bed and checked her phone again, seeing how close the food was to being done. She looked up from the screen and sat it down beside her as Lance entered the room again, smirking at his outfit that just barely fit him. He was a very handsome man and as she leaned back on her palms, she took a deep breath to answer him. “… It’s not a huge deal for someone like me. Bartending is an occupation where you’re expected to look presentable and if after 5 years you don’t look any different, that’s good for business. However, Xaiden’s skill set lies in teaching, which… after 5 years of not aging is very suspect.” She chuckled as she said it, finally pulling her eyes away from the man. “Age just leads to a lot of questions we would rather avoid and since the earth is vast, it’s not like we run out of places to go.” She smiled up at him and lifted herself from the bed, sticking her phone in her pocket. Walking towards the door, she crossed her arms and leaned against her dresser, staring at him with expectation. “Well, what about you? Why is it that you have to travel when you could blend in easily?” @Ono

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”Only 5 years? I’d think you guys would last a bit longer than that. Maybe 15 or 20 years before people start asking questions on what your skin routine is or your diet.” With his arms still folded, he raised an eyebrow questioning her narrative. Her eyes never ceased to captivate Lance; combining it with that gorgeous figure and the seductive voice that ran through his ears throughout their evening made for a woman he couldn’t make any attempt to avoid. Acknowledging this for a moment, her laugh in response to the snug fit of his “borrowed” clothing hadn’t been exactly caught. “As for me.. I honestly still struggle to figure out why I travel anymore. I do have a place I could call home but I just feel out of place there. Seems almost everywhere I go I’m told that these powers of mine have a greater purpose; that I should be another asshole running around in a costume saving cats from trees or something” His scoff following that comment was followed by his eyes finally looking away from her again, not so much in frustration of her as much as the idea of having that role forced upon him. Though the greatest oddity that he couldn’t get past is what use he could provide to others if not to be some world’s golden savior. “I guess you can say I’m running away from reality. I was born with all these abilities but have no drive to use them selflessly on a constant basis. Not as admirable as protecting yourself from being hunted down like you and Xaiden is.” The last statement was made with a bit of a bit of a shrug as though he understood that his reasons were far more selfish, but saw no reason to diminish himself anymore than admitting the blunt truth. As he recalled Rowan’s continued usage of her phone, he could help but wonder if his own was resting somewhere downstairs with his clothing. Though instead of making a quick trip down to grab it, he remained leaning against the way, sketching out Rowan’s entire pose in his mind. He was curious of how his state

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ments may be received. @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

He was right in his assumption that her and Xaiden could stay longer than 5 years at any place without questions being asked, but it never seemed to end that way. Blood wasn’t exactly easy to come by and when hospitals start to get curious about their blood supply, it’s usually around the same time one of the DrAccic siblings had caused some sort of unavoidable drama, therefore leaving was always preferable. A faint smile formed against her lips as the thought crossed her mind, but it was swiftly settled when he continued. The talk of expectations made her snicker, but not out of amusement. She understood what he meant, even if he was expected to be a superhero while she was expected to be a monster. Perhaps she was. It was the talk of selflessness that made her laugh out of amusement though. She leaned her head back in exasperation before she brought her gaze back to his with a wide smile. “Survival isn’t selflessness, love. We have to scrape by just to exist and while we don’t do a horrible job of it, I’d still give anything to be in your shoes.” She choked back her true desires as they formed, almost dumping them out for him to inspect and judge before she reeled herself back and smiled at him. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. You’re not obligated to save the world until something kills you. You are your own person who was born with extraordinary gifts. Don’t let anyone take advantage of that.” Just as she finished, her phone dinged loudly enough for them both to hear it. When she looked down to examine it, she let out a relieved sigh and looked back up at the tall man in her doorway. “Food’s here.” She pushed herself off the dresser and walked by him, placing a delicate hand on his chest as she made her way down the stairs and answered the door. @Ono

"I guess whether you're an alien or vampire you'll still be called a freak by someone, probably wouldn't hurt to have the ability to at least fly away while flipping them off." He shared the laugh while realizing how foolish he must have sounded trying to diminish himself and give Rowan/Xaiden the high ground of morality; even more when the reality set in again that the two were vampires. It reminded him of the harsh reality of living as a non-human on Earth 672; his version of Earth so to speak. He had thought to say more but was stopped by her kind words that were passed off to him; all that were reminiscent of some of the people he had met in his travels. Though while the other individuals were simply sympathetic, Rowan's words struck him differently than the others; they gave this sense that she may have been passing on wisdom to him that likely mirrored words that may have been said to her as well. ~~hypocrisy stick~~ A soft smile sprung on his face and he had prepared to reply, but was first stopped by her phone's notification and the woman's words that were provided after it. Once she had looked back up to him, he had moved towards her this time and rose her into a brief kiss that gently pecked on her lips before setting her back down and preparing to walk out the doorway. As he walked, he spoke again. "Trust me, there's not many people who can tell me what to do and get away with it. But thank you, what you said felt more reassuring that I expected it to be. -- Anyway, I'll head back to that living room space of yours while you grab the food. Maybe we can find something interesting to watch for the remainder of the night. I'd hate to follow sex with some depressing discussion about people and their expectations of us 'non-humans.'" **With that statement left upon her, Lance proceeded to leave the room but hadn't realized how quickly she had already passed him by and was likely listening to him as she made her way back to the mansion's foyer.

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Following shortly behind, he would take a detor for the living room area that had been slightly unsettling with different articles of their clothing all over the place. With a scoff and slightly embarrassed scratch of the head, Lance took the time to gather these items before awaiting Rowan's eventual meet up with food. What else may have been discussed that night would have likely been idle chatter followed by either rest or a steamy session like the one earlier, however the two formers would have not been as noteworthy as this night shortly was coming to a close.** @🐉 ShRaya 🐉

( @🐉 ShRaya 🐉 @Ono you guys want to keep this here or move to inactive for now? :3)

(Probably move to inactive for now, I believe we’re both a bit too occupied to progress the plot xD)

(More than fair)

(Alright!)

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