((Ooc note: For The Rider and Mac only please. Great play Rider!))

It was a rundown sort of place, not too many lookers, plenty of hookers, and thugs to get any one through the night. It hadn't been long since Mac showed up, showing her temperament and leaving a pile of aching men in her wake towards the bar. This was the kind of place where the tender was meaner than any brute or thug that walked through those dual swinging doors. Still, he showed a bit of reservation as Mac sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. She even addressed as it from the bottle and not from a glass that he had spit shined. There had been a wake around this spit-fire woman, everyone who knew her, knew her past. She had been one hell of a lucky woman to bed the slaver and not come out wearing a collar. Perhaps that's why these men and women were doing their best to keep to their own despicable little games.

As bad as the place was, it was as good as any to clean up after a deal went raw. He had never smelled terrible, even if he missed a shower, but now the metallic stench of blood trailed along the highway before he came to a stop in at the House of Hard Luck. The blood wasn't his own but with the way it stretched over his shirt and seeped into his jacket, that was hard to tell. A angered look carried him through the door without much of a glance to anybody except the fireball that everyone seemed to stay away from and had only caught his eye because of it. She wasn't nothing to sneeze at, but he had other things on his mind as he made his way towards the rest room, dripping random blood samples of an unknown victim in his wake.

Amber fluids tumbled down her throat as her gaze shifted to the stench. The iron burned at her nostrils and would make any human weak in the stomach. That was hardly the case for this young woman. Brows were on the rise with each and ever step the man took. One glance from tender to Rider and a drink was produced. His drink. She rose up, coming to ball and heel on a pair of heels that made her legs look as if they'd never quit. The short ruffled skirt on her hips swished, exposing a bit more than just leg and thigh. The tight tee shirt heaved with the deep breath she took before even mustering the choice to perform a common courtesy. While he washed up in the bathroom, most likely the men's room, she entered and stood to the side. The glass was set down, tapped, and before he could even simply utter a, "Piss off" she was gone, back to her perch at the bar's side.

He had thought about the "Piss off" yet she was gone before he could even manage a civil greeting. His head shook before the jacket was removed, followed by the shirt. There was a small amount of blood on his pants somewhere but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to procure those in the next room. A towel was wetted and used to wash his now bare torso of the remaining blood. A free hand massaged the back of his neck, the flesh tender with a bruise that would no doubt show itself in the morning. He looked at himself in the mirror, a flash of someone else looking back at him for a moment. A drawn out sigh was released and he moved toward the beverage left, sipping it heavily.

It was hard to tell what progressed while he lingered in the restroom. One moment there was silence, and then suddenly there was the sound of 'merry making'. A few chuckles, laughs, and then a squeak of laughter, not from her I'd assure you. It was only a matter of moment before the object of attention came slamming into the door, that heated young blonde looking at him, one thin brow raised, a smoke in her lips, and a lifted fist. The man who had landed on his back rubbed at his jaw and then shifted up on his feet. Even with her ready, he backed down. Never thought a blonde could defend herself, you see. He high tailed it straight for the door, leaving her to look to Rider with that cold, piercing sort of gaze.

His hand had released his drink and was back at his neck attending to its pain when he heard the commotion making its way back into the restroom. "Careful." He gave with a deep gruffness to his voice. "They ain't used to a lady causin' a ruckus." His stubbled features curled into a wicked smile. He was done with the towel and tossed it to the side, leaving his shirt and jacket on the floor of the restroom. His chest was quite well defined for his age, a life of rough living had given him a great body to be sure, even if there were a few scars. He had moved toward her like a snake about to strike, quick and dangerous. "You got somethin' on yer mind?" She had already come to stare at him twice now, even if she covered up the second time with a little bar fight, his question was valid.

She wasn't going to hide the third gaze either, it was one of those weighing sorts. For a moment, she stayed guarded and then shifted to a more casual sort of stance. One that seemed innocent enough for her, but all around tantalizing to any other warm blooded male. Both hands moved, cupping her bosom and adjusting it in her shirt before those palms smoothed slowly over her sides and over the hips of her skirts. A long breath formed another heave before she looked back up to him, a sort of half amused smirk upon her lips," My mind" No, but apparently there's enough on every man's mind here to keep me occupied." Another lofty breath left her lips," Perverts, the whole lot of them." Half way addressing to him, even if he hadn't even made a notion for her to think otherwise. Again, the noise in the background was met with a squeak, a hooker most likely earning her pay.

He wasn't leaving her with very many places to go as he leaned forward, only stopping when his hand pressed against the wall behind her. A life of bad choices showed in his eyes and for a moment, he was thinking she was going to either run, or scream. If she hadn't done either, she may have found him to be less of a pervert than the others in a place like this. He did nod in agreement with her statement, and took a long look at her, making sure he soaked her in. "Well when ya come in to a place like this..." He grinned again." ...lookin' like that. The dogs here kin smell fresh meat." He didn't necessarily mean that she couldn't handle herself, just that she was probably the best looking, and youngest woman in the joint.

Brows rose, higher and higher with every step he took towards her, even then she kept her calm. She had dealt with men like this one before. As he leaned into the wall, she looked up to him, a cool smirk forming on her lips. The classic of Cheshire grins grew while he spoke, showing him that there was neither the choice to run away or the desire to. Slowly, a soft pin caress was given while tongue grazed over her lips. Her voice came out as loft and calm as it ever had been before," Well....ya know." She licked her lips again. This seemed to be the prime chance for her to look over him, from head to toe. To see him so built, it was a surprise even for her. Then again, she liked an older man who looked like he could take his chances with her. A long breath and she continued," I like living dangerously...So what if the dogs want to get bitten, they're not gonna get a bite either way."

His own tongue had traced over his lips on her second turn. As if imagining what hers tasted like. A flavor he no doubt wanted to try. "Fiesty aren't we." He said, declaring it, and not asking, with a still present grin. When her eyes began studying him, his grin transformed into intrigue, and he bit his lower lip pondering more. With her comment about biting, he had chomped his teeth at her as playful as a murderer could.

When he chomped his teeth, she snerked and leaned forwards. Her head tilted, her lips mere inches from his while she spoke," Be careful what you do around me, I can be a bit of trouble when I plan to be." She winked to him and then slid from him slowly to grab her beer. Once there were a few gulps gone she turned to look back to him, returning the chomp with a small rise of her pointer finger to her lips and giving it a suckle.

He followed her when she went for the beer. With his gaze anyway, coming to lean his back against the wall his hand had just been on, just next to the door. "If there's anything I can handle..." He couldn't help but grin as less than wholesome thoughts rambled through his mind. "It's a lost little girl who thinks she's tough." He toyed with her, challenging her in a way with a greedy look on his face. This was the restroom however, and he didn't particularly like the smell, even being a man who'd smelled worse things as well as seen. So without another word he was heading out the door, knowing she'd be following soon, even if it wasn't after him.

Always some sort of man thinking that she's some sort of little girl who can't find her way. Did she look like Little Red Riding Hood" While he walked off she festered on his words for a moment before stalking after him. Heels not being the slightest bit of a bother, they were just there, and they didn't slow her down. Soon enough she was a step behind him and murmuring," If I'm so lost then what are you? A senile old man who can't get an erection?" Oh yeah, she went there," Do we need to go to the pharmacy to get you your Viagra just so you can get it up?" Such a charmer, Mac, such a charmer.

He would have laughed but found it even funnier to not answer her as he looked to the rough and tough bartender, who'd already had a shirt and jacket for him to wear. Donated from a generous patron of the bar while he was in the restroom. More scared than generous he was sure. He gave the man a thank you and they talked for a moment as Boyce redressed himself. the jacket was a bit loose, but it would have to do. He knew she wouldn't be satisfied with him, not when he paid no attention to her insult, and simply continued his conversation with the bartender as he waited for her to find him again, or leave.

Figuring he was doing just what he could to ignore her, both eyes narrowed, squinting at the back of his head. She shifted on her feet," Mmmkaayy." Her heels were kicked off and she rose from stool to bar top. Her arms extended while she snerked down at him and then announced to every woman waiting to earn their penny," Attention ladies of the trade! My friend here, the one old and gray, is having a hard time getting it up and needs some encouragement! Who's willing"!" She winked down to him, a coy grin on her lips," I'll pay!" All eyes were now on him. That was for sure and certain.

He definitely wasn't in the mood for whores tonight. And most of them knew he wasn't one to pay for sex, even with one of them, so thankfully not as many ladies had stood up at the offer. Still, enough of them were eyeing him with dollar signs in their eyes, and he shot a glance to the girl on the bar. The look he gave her spoke only of pain. Hers, and not his, as he really wanted to hit her. Instead he dragged her by a foot onto her ass hard, and pulled her toward him, forcing her legs around The Rider: him as stood at the bar and she now sat atop it. A smile came over his face and he looked to the gathering ladies to settle them down. "Sorry ladies, my wife here's just had a bit too much to drink." Was said as sincere as it was true, the women all sighing in disapproval. "Just married." He grinned, looking back to Mac now before it changed into a snake's vicious face and he whispered angerly. "The f*** was that all about?" He never really cursed at women, no matter how bad he was, but he was a might angry at the thought of unwanted whores chomping at his dangly bits.

It was like a classic comic move. Both of her eyes going wide as she was pulled down, even before she could react. When she found her legs wrapped around him and listened to his words, her lips pursed. One hand rose up, moving to tangle in his hair and give a pull, a sharp one at that while he whispered to her with that growled tone. A nearly equal tone was whispered out in return," Two things....I'm not the sort to appreciate being called a girl, any man in here knows otherwise and respects it." Her eyes were like daggers when she locked them with his," Two....I HATE being ignored, even if I piss someone off." She pulled back and gave him as fake of a smile as there ever was one," So, husband, if you wouldn't mind....Treat me with a little bit of respect."

He winced just a little as his hair was tugged, though for the life of him he couldn't tell why he enjoyed it, or let it go unpunished. Letting her pull away he shook his head softly. The bartender who was ready to escort the young lady at his discretion was waved off and he just looked at Mac with a bit of anger still in his eyes. "So instead o' pickin' a fight ya try to lay me down with venereal disease?" His gruff tone formed hard found laughter at that. It was actually kind of funny what she did when he thought about it.

A soft laugh left her lips, it wasn't as mirth filled as his. More or less, she smirked to him softly before she murmured out," Easier than picking a fight with you and it sure as hell caught your attention, now didn't it?" Once more she gave a tug to his hair before looking into his eyes. It was the first time she had the chance to be eye level with him, even at the gaze it gave her reason to pause," What's your name, Old Man?"

She wasn't going to get away with that last pull of his hair. He knew it was long, but it wasn't no damn toy. His hand, calloused and worn but not uncomfortable to the touch, came to grab the nape of her neck, squeezing hard but somehow more like you'd pick up a newborn pup then anything. With her neck in his hand he brought his face close to hers, those weathered chestnut eyes looking back at hers. "Whaddaya think yer doin' little girl?" Yep he'd used the term again, and not jokingly as he stared her down.

A small wince formed at her lips and quickly vanished while she locked gazes with him. There was a scowl forming on her face, her whisper coming and going through as a hiss," Trying to seduce you, what else does it look like" What's the matter, can't take a bit of rough play?" She wasn't joking either, which would have been better if she was. Now it just seemed like she was looking for a bit of trouble.

He may have squeezed her harder. It was difficult to tell with the pressure already on her neck, but he grinned at her. "Doin' a bangup job so far." In a way she had. It wasn't often women approached him for what he usually just took without asking. A change of pace he found to his liking, odd as it had been. He liked where this was going either way, and decided to ask her another question. "What was gon' be yer next move?" His gruff tone had softened just a bit with the question.

It was a simple question with so many answers. She could bite him, dig her nails into him, even tighten her legs about his waist and squeeze as hard as she could to make him hurt. But instead, why not be quite the damn tease" She licked her lips again, leaning forwards towards him, delivering a whisper while their lips were merely inches from each other's," Give me your name and I'll show you, Old Man." Both blue eyes still locked with his.

"You sure are interested in my name." He whispered, though her tease wouldn't be put up with. His lips found flesh, but not where you thought. Her neck. This was actually done to try and flush out her real purpose. After having killed a man earlier, it wasn't a surprise if some sultry minx had found him, made sure who he was, and dragged him to a private room to be knifed. Especially a man such as that. Trash in his eyes, but important in the underworld side of things. If she was here to kill him, perhaps that kiss wouldn't go unpunished.

Yet it did. It was a foul, and after a moment of gasping, even biting her lip as her weak spot was exploited, her grip tightened in his hair and gave a sharp tug. A growl filtered from her lips as she hissed," Cheater.." If she was there to kill him, she wouldn't have tried to piss him off. Her other hand lifted, grip tightening at his shoulders and nails digging into him. Both lips pursed into a fine line while she whispered," I suppose I'll just have to cry out, give it to me Old Man....Harder, Old Man....We both know where this is going. Or are you chicken?" A dare. Oh how she loved this game.

That hair tug was accompanied by another rough fondle of her neck, the hand moving to her throat now. "Sure as hell ain't scared o' you." Another soft but still gruff set of words as he used his grip to pull his lips to hers, literally stealing a taste of her sweetness. His voice was lower now, with a hint of humor in it. "But if yer heart set on screamin' it, you kin call me Boyce." He didn't mind this game either, and he planned to win. If that was possible.

She let his taste linger on her lips, she even took in the scent of him. Both of her lips pursed and it looked as if she was going to smack him. Instead she purred, her lips still so close to his while she whispered," See, now" Was that so hard." A grin formed on her lips, her hand on his shoulder moving to give a tender draw of her nails along the surface of it. He hadn't won just yet, but for now, she was playing by his rules. After all, he did have her throat.

He couldn't help but laugh at the very last word that came out of her mouth.Something adding it to the earlier comment about Viagra. Which if she had checked, was clearly not needed. But that was neither here nor there. It was in his jeans. "You just come into bars'n pick some random fool or....there somethin' else caught yer eye?" He was indeed wondering why she chose him. Again it didn't happen too often with his reputation, but she could just be a lost soul with daddy issues. Not that it would have stopped him.

Oh she was well aware of his true 'potential'. It had even drove her to move closer, slowly, just so that it didn't alarm him. She tilted her head to the side for a moment, studying his face while she whispered," I've seen all sorts walk into this bar, time and time again. Over and over, they stop in their stupidity to oggle and undress me with their eyes, but you. One glimpse and then you simple walked away as if I was yesterday's news." That's what got her attention. Sure, she could have any man she wanted, but by him, just walking past even as filthy as he was, it was taken as a challenge. Something she had to see if she could do, get through him.

"Stick with me long enough, ya might end up bad news." Said with a seriousness even with as soft as it came out. He used his grip on her to plant another kiss, the stubble tickling the edges of her lips. "I'd hate ta see such a purdy face on a milk carton." Her move closer was invited further as a free hand went to the small of her back, making sure she stayed put. The thumb of his other hand trailing over the more delicate parts of her throat.

Even when the kiss finished, did she show no signs of fear. Mac was dangerous, every moment of her life was an adventure that she enjoyed causing trouble with. Her eyes were still locked to his even when his thumb wandered and his hand clasped at her back. Her hand stroking slowly at his chest slid up that ragged shirt, trailing at the skin before she whispered," What are you gonna do' Put a pretty chain around my neck" Force me to call you master?" Her first dangerous run in was that slaver, and even then she got off lucky.

The hand at her throat had left, finding a softer tone in its strength before moving into her hair. "Chain'd be interestin'." He lowered his head, kissing the vulnerable parts of her neck, jugular, larynx. Places his thumb had previously marked. "You kin still call me Boyce though, darlin'." His words were utterly quiet, but had such a temperature with their closeness to her skin.

Her head tilted back while both sapphire hues closed. Blond hair fell down along her back and she drew in a slow, heave of a breath. The fingers tracing at the lines of his bare chest paused so that she could whisper, "Well, Boyce, why don't you take your 'wife'," That was going to be a fun little jest between the two of them, she knew it even when she said it," and be a good husband to your lil' lady, Mackenzie, and show her what it's like to be newly weds." A small sort of snicker-giggle left her lips and then a soft gasp," It's either that, or ya can stop makin' me quiver by doing that to my neck."

So that was her name. If indeed it was her name. It seemed a little too off to be fake though, a sort of skill he picked up in his work as a....let's say, retrieval expert. He let her body quiver yet again before pulling his 'wife' onto her feet and off the bar. "To th' honeymoon suite is is, m'lady." A rugged grin given down to her as hands found luscious pillowey flesh somewhere down her backside, pulling her into him. Now he had to decide whether they'd walk out, or if he'd carry her out.

It was her name, and a pretty one at that. All she had to do was either say her name or bat her eyes. Just depended on her mood. When he helped her onto her feet she grinned up to him," Where exactly would this honeymoon suite be darlin?" She could have called him a number of things, but she figured she'd better play nice n' sweet.

The hands on her rump squeezed greedily before moving to farther down to lift her against him. Yes, he was ready to go now, and he indeed was going to carry her it seemed. Not that it was much of a task for him. With her satisfactorily in his arms, he only kissed her for a moment before answering her without much success. "Y'find out soon enough." No, that wasn't going to satisfy her curiosity was it?