December 9th
Serena was a sweet girl, her tuned exhaust roaring almost as loud as the motor which was mounted behind their back was. It was that feeling which everyone who had truly lived life had felt before(no matter how they'd experienced it).
The steady hum of the motor changed drastically as downshifted from third into second, revving the motor up until the rpm's matched against the harsh engagement of gears. He was turning right but his steering wheel was turned all the way left, pulling on the brakes just before the apex of the turn to make the rear end of the car snap back into place just as he rounded the corner at red line. The car swept across the whole of the road and (after finding his lane) he shifted into third and accelarated. The car skidded sideways as the car ground to a halt nearly parallel to the Inn; chuckling, he winked to Rayvinn and reached across her to pull the handle which would pop open her door.
The door hissed as it extended outward and then lifted up and out of the way, perpendicular against the lines of the car. He opened his door and, after they'd both exited the vehicle, the motor revved twice before engaging first. There was no driver remaining in the seat but the car drove off on its own, angry accord. A shrug to the Elf who was standing on the other side of the skidmarks.::That means she's jealous.::Smirking as the man in the bespoke suit crossed the road and wrapped his arm around the waist of a female who had quickly become a friend. ?Come on. We're late.?
The argument with the cartkeeper down the sidewalk had continued for the better half of ten minutes-- a discussion on the importance of horse-breeding and a more heated debate on the local races. It was a conversation neither would escape with winning, and they both knew it, so when Eleanor heard a loud (and familiar) engine coming too-close down the road, she tilted a look over her shoulder. While the cartkeeper moved to attend to other customers, she watced the interaction in front of the inn from a distance of several yards, her hand resting loosely on her sword; a natural and unconscious gesture, certainly.
Rayvinn had the window rolled down and was sitting where the glass would normally be. Both arms were outstretched as she squealed from the rush of the ride; legs were held tight to the inside of the door to keep her from falling out during that wild turn. Adrenaline junky, thrill seeker, lunatic...oh yeah, she would answer to any of these names. Sliding back into the car, smoothing a hand over her skirt in order to remain decent; she gave Dave a wicked grin before he leaned over to open the door. One leg exited the car followed slowly by the other before she arose from the low seat and smoothed away any wrinkles. Weapons checked, they were at the Inn...of course weapons were checked, before she took the step up the curb just as Serena screeched away.
"Of course she is," was Raye's impish reply as she fell into step with Dave, an elbow thrown into his ribs as he slid his arm around her. "I would tell you to get your hands off but I don't think you understand the concept. So maybe just try to keep them in respectable places." She was a naturalborn comedian right? The fact that she hadn't cracked him upside his head with the weighted pommel of her dagger was proof that he had become a friend.
He smirked, guiding them across the cobblestoned sidewalk as she spoke and pausing as they approached the staircase leading up to the french doors bathed in the familiar, flickering light of the twin torches which straddled them. "Listen, I know I'm the first real man you've ever met in your.." A pause. His sense of smell was far better than his eyesight. Chin turning towards his right shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed downwards as he looked into the darkness that swallowed up the street.
?Two peas in a pod.? That's what he said aloud but it probably wouldn't have made as much sense to Rayvinn as it had to Eleanor (if she had heard him, that is). Time seemed to slow for a moment, as if he could stop to enjoy her scent for far longer than the moments he actually had, before his gaze snapped over to Rayvinn; he was waiting for a reply before he cut her off short, speaking just as her lips parted. ?You...and Eleanor.? He spoke the name as if were the name of a goddess and it might have made her wonder over how he spoke of Rayvinn when she was not around.
It was hard to miss the wolf's shadow, even when it came with a woman tucked in the curve of his arm. She lifted her chin, listening and watching him with a critical air before she heard her name; even after that, it was several moments before she slunk from shadow. The ex-knight came up along the slaver and his company, and by the time she did, there was a deceptively warm smile curled at the edges of her mouth. "You rang, wolf?" Her throat was bruised again, her cheek sprayed in purples and fading yellow; she wore it like the rest of her skin, and paid it little mind. "Or am I hearin' things again?"
"First real..." Cut off. "Okay Dave...what about me and Eleanor?" She assumed he was talking about the only Eleanor she had ever met, and had met through him. While she was listening to him, her attention was half drawn away as she heard Alma discussing leaving a corpse on the Inn steps every day. It was a typical night at the Red Dragon. She really should contact a real estate agent and find a new home...again. Her attention returned to Dave for a moment before she saw the object of their discussion move down the sidewalk. Raye offered Eleanor a wide grin, a finger raised to swirl around as she pointed at the bruises. "Looking lovely as ever." She hadn't seen the ex-knight since she saved Jono's life, taking a bullet from Gage. Coming from anyone else, the compliment on loveliness might seem fake with those bruises...but not from Raye. Bruises were a great thing of beauty to her sadomasochistic mind.
A harumph for Rayvinn's words before Eleanor's got a scoff. "These two.", he thought to himself. Eleanor, who was the focus of his attention at this point, would see those two words dancing in his eyes as his arm withdrew from Raye's waist for her approach. Was he wrong for the way things had transpired just last night? Was she? No. They had something to settle. Little did Raye know that those bruises upon Eleanor's person were his doing, little did she know that she had left another "signature" upon his person.
His hands fell upon the the jutting curves of her hips with one hand just inside the hilt of her sword and the other digging beneath the leather of her belt; the tips of his fingers pulled her closer to him and his nose, crooked from being set by his own hands too many times, tracing against the point of her jaw as he whispered something into her ear. Rayvinn's augmented hearing would surely pick those words up. ?Last night was...? Rayvinn would hear him growl, Eleanor would feel it; once again they were like lovers, although nothing had happened aside from pain. A kiss to her cheek, like a friend who had been missed, even dreamt about. A nostalgic sigh as a million things ran through his mind just from her close proximity. ?Rayvinn...? The word was spoken aloud for he wouldn't have dared continue that previous sentence. ?Eleanor. Eleanor. Rayvinn.? Parting just far enough to tug Eleanor along with him as he introduced Rayvinn and Eleanor,forgetfully, for the third time.
Dyarhk comes in through the back alley door and bringing winter's chill with him. He uses his one hand to keep his two sides of his brown leather coat covering his chest while his other is busy holding a box under his arm. Upon closing the door, he coughs a few times, covering his mouth.
Rayvinn *would have* heard him, but she had moved on up the steps to the Inn, the click-clacking of her boots tapping out the languid rhythm of one quite comfortable in their four inch heels. Raye was hip checking the door when she heard Dave say her name. She grinned and motioned them along, palm up with just her fingers moving; an obvious teasing mockery of how he had beckoned her before. "I am feeling whiskey tonight, how about you two?" He was offered a wink before she disappeared over the threshold, tapping her way to the bar and through the break to grab a bottle of single malt and three tumblers. As she placed the glasses atop the bar, she saw Dyarhk and that typically crooked grin widened until it nearly split her face. "Dyarhk." She didn't really need to say much more. The combination of that high wattage smile and his name was more than enough.
She was halfway to cutting Raye a smile when the wolf took up the entirety of her vision. Eleanor allowed it -- and for that matter, he knew she allowed it, since he wouldn't have made it an inch closer otherwise. She was still all feverish heat when he reeled her in and ran his scruff-lined face along her. When did her fingers come along his throat? It didn't matter. What mattered was the careful way she flexed her hand when he kissed the corner of her mouth, or the curve of her smile.
"Any time, wolf." Wits or blood-- it was a game they could both play and she was, perhaps against her better judgment, inclined to join him in it. "But I'm not letting you off easy next time, hm?" Her hand slipped from around his throat, hidden in shadow as it was with his back to the inn, and she glanced past him at Raye's beckoning. "Whiskey night it is--" And in Rayvinn went. Eleanor's too-dark (blue) eyes cut back to the wolf one more time, dangerous past the bright grin, and her fingers tip-toed along his hip as she eased by him and toward the porch. Dangerous games.
Serena was a sweet girl, her tuned exhaust roaring almost as loud as the motor which was mounted behind their back was. It was that feeling which everyone who had truly lived life had felt before(no matter how they'd experienced it).
The steady hum of the motor changed drastically as downshifted from third into second, revving the motor up until the rpm's matched against the harsh engagement of gears. He was turning right but his steering wheel was turned all the way left, pulling on the brakes just before the apex of the turn to make the rear end of the car snap back into place just as he rounded the corner at red line. The car swept across the whole of the road and (after finding his lane) he shifted into third and accelarated. The car skidded sideways as the car ground to a halt nearly parallel to the Inn; chuckling, he winked to Rayvinn and reached across her to pull the handle which would pop open her door.
The door hissed as it extended outward and then lifted up and out of the way, perpendicular against the lines of the car. He opened his door and, after they'd both exited the vehicle, the motor revved twice before engaging first. There was no driver remaining in the seat but the car drove off on its own, angry accord. A shrug to the Elf who was standing on the other side of the skidmarks.::That means she's jealous.::Smirking as the man in the bespoke suit crossed the road and wrapped his arm around the waist of a female who had quickly become a friend. ?Come on. We're late.?
The argument with the cartkeeper down the sidewalk had continued for the better half of ten minutes-- a discussion on the importance of horse-breeding and a more heated debate on the local races. It was a conversation neither would escape with winning, and they both knew it, so when Eleanor heard a loud (and familiar) engine coming too-close down the road, she tilted a look over her shoulder. While the cartkeeper moved to attend to other customers, she watced the interaction in front of the inn from a distance of several yards, her hand resting loosely on her sword; a natural and unconscious gesture, certainly.
Rayvinn had the window rolled down and was sitting where the glass would normally be. Both arms were outstretched as she squealed from the rush of the ride; legs were held tight to the inside of the door to keep her from falling out during that wild turn. Adrenaline junky, thrill seeker, lunatic...oh yeah, she would answer to any of these names. Sliding back into the car, smoothing a hand over her skirt in order to remain decent; she gave Dave a wicked grin before he leaned over to open the door. One leg exited the car followed slowly by the other before she arose from the low seat and smoothed away any wrinkles. Weapons checked, they were at the Inn...of course weapons were checked, before she took the step up the curb just as Serena screeched away.
"Of course she is," was Raye's impish reply as she fell into step with Dave, an elbow thrown into his ribs as he slid his arm around her. "I would tell you to get your hands off but I don't think you understand the concept. So maybe just try to keep them in respectable places." She was a naturalborn comedian right? The fact that she hadn't cracked him upside his head with the weighted pommel of her dagger was proof that he had become a friend.
He smirked, guiding them across the cobblestoned sidewalk as she spoke and pausing as they approached the staircase leading up to the french doors bathed in the familiar, flickering light of the twin torches which straddled them. "Listen, I know I'm the first real man you've ever met in your.." A pause. His sense of smell was far better than his eyesight. Chin turning towards his right shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed downwards as he looked into the darkness that swallowed up the street.
?Two peas in a pod.? That's what he said aloud but it probably wouldn't have made as much sense to Rayvinn as it had to Eleanor (if she had heard him, that is). Time seemed to slow for a moment, as if he could stop to enjoy her scent for far longer than the moments he actually had, before his gaze snapped over to Rayvinn; he was waiting for a reply before he cut her off short, speaking just as her lips parted. ?You...and Eleanor.? He spoke the name as if were the name of a goddess and it might have made her wonder over how he spoke of Rayvinn when she was not around.
It was hard to miss the wolf's shadow, even when it came with a woman tucked in the curve of his arm. She lifted her chin, listening and watching him with a critical air before she heard her name; even after that, it was several moments before she slunk from shadow. The ex-knight came up along the slaver and his company, and by the time she did, there was a deceptively warm smile curled at the edges of her mouth. "You rang, wolf?" Her throat was bruised again, her cheek sprayed in purples and fading yellow; she wore it like the rest of her skin, and paid it little mind. "Or am I hearin' things again?"
"First real..." Cut off. "Okay Dave...what about me and Eleanor?" She assumed he was talking about the only Eleanor she had ever met, and had met through him. While she was listening to him, her attention was half drawn away as she heard Alma discussing leaving a corpse on the Inn steps every day. It was a typical night at the Red Dragon. She really should contact a real estate agent and find a new home...again. Her attention returned to Dave for a moment before she saw the object of their discussion move down the sidewalk. Raye offered Eleanor a wide grin, a finger raised to swirl around as she pointed at the bruises. "Looking lovely as ever." She hadn't seen the ex-knight since she saved Jono's life, taking a bullet from Gage. Coming from anyone else, the compliment on loveliness might seem fake with those bruises...but not from Raye. Bruises were a great thing of beauty to her sadomasochistic mind.
A harumph for Rayvinn's words before Eleanor's got a scoff. "These two.", he thought to himself. Eleanor, who was the focus of his attention at this point, would see those two words dancing in his eyes as his arm withdrew from Raye's waist for her approach. Was he wrong for the way things had transpired just last night? Was she? No. They had something to settle. Little did Raye know that those bruises upon Eleanor's person were his doing, little did she know that she had left another "signature" upon his person.
His hands fell upon the the jutting curves of her hips with one hand just inside the hilt of her sword and the other digging beneath the leather of her belt; the tips of his fingers pulled her closer to him and his nose, crooked from being set by his own hands too many times, tracing against the point of her jaw as he whispered something into her ear. Rayvinn's augmented hearing would surely pick those words up. ?Last night was...? Rayvinn would hear him growl, Eleanor would feel it; once again they were like lovers, although nothing had happened aside from pain. A kiss to her cheek, like a friend who had been missed, even dreamt about. A nostalgic sigh as a million things ran through his mind just from her close proximity. ?Rayvinn...? The word was spoken aloud for he wouldn't have dared continue that previous sentence. ?Eleanor. Eleanor. Rayvinn.? Parting just far enough to tug Eleanor along with him as he introduced Rayvinn and Eleanor,forgetfully, for the third time.
Dyarhk comes in through the back alley door and bringing winter's chill with him. He uses his one hand to keep his two sides of his brown leather coat covering his chest while his other is busy holding a box under his arm. Upon closing the door, he coughs a few times, covering his mouth.
Rayvinn *would have* heard him, but she had moved on up the steps to the Inn, the click-clacking of her boots tapping out the languid rhythm of one quite comfortable in their four inch heels. Raye was hip checking the door when she heard Dave say her name. She grinned and motioned them along, palm up with just her fingers moving; an obvious teasing mockery of how he had beckoned her before. "I am feeling whiskey tonight, how about you two?" He was offered a wink before she disappeared over the threshold, tapping her way to the bar and through the break to grab a bottle of single malt and three tumblers. As she placed the glasses atop the bar, she saw Dyarhk and that typically crooked grin widened until it nearly split her face. "Dyarhk." She didn't really need to say much more. The combination of that high wattage smile and his name was more than enough.
She was halfway to cutting Raye a smile when the wolf took up the entirety of her vision. Eleanor allowed it -- and for that matter, he knew she allowed it, since he wouldn't have made it an inch closer otherwise. She was still all feverish heat when he reeled her in and ran his scruff-lined face along her. When did her fingers come along his throat? It didn't matter. What mattered was the careful way she flexed her hand when he kissed the corner of her mouth, or the curve of her smile.
"Any time, wolf." Wits or blood-- it was a game they could both play and she was, perhaps against her better judgment, inclined to join him in it. "But I'm not letting you off easy next time, hm?" Her hand slipped from around his throat, hidden in shadow as it was with his back to the inn, and she glanced past him at Raye's beckoning. "Whiskey night it is--" And in Rayvinn went. Eleanor's too-dark (blue) eyes cut back to the wolf one more time, dangerous past the bright grin, and her fingers tip-toed along his hip as she eased by him and toward the porch. Dangerous games.