Notte said:
A laughed slipped past her lips, throaty and enticing. She found that she enjoyed egging him on, almost as much as she liked to with Eli. That little warning glare of his was just adorable and she knew from that moment on that she would always enjoy fucking with him. Raising up her hand, she straightened his collar and petted it back down into place. "You should go with green, it would compliment your eyes and your skin tone."
She paused for a moment and looked away from him as the waitress came up her with drink. "Thank you," she may be a bitch, at least she could do was be a polite one when it counts. After taking a sip of her drink, she raised her glass to the bartender and a sort of salute for the good drink, looking back at Dell and smiled, "I'm not making assumptions, whether the kills were sanctioned or not, we are still able to smell the taint of their blood on you afterwards. It lets us known who is hunter, since back in the old days, when we were still hidden and the true deaths being sanctioned were not at play yet. Don't worry though, I have that same smell on me."
Watching the smug woman as she prattled on, Dell simply pursed his lips. This was going to be a lovely working relationship, he could tell already. At least she did show some decent manners when the waitress brought her drink. So she wasn't a total bitch, but a bitch nonetheless. Rolling his eyes a bit as she mentioned having the same scent on her, he simply met her gaze with a cocky smirk.
"Really? Was kind of hard to tell with all that perfume. Lemme guess, French whore in one of your previous endeavors." Perhaps he could be a bit abrasive, but he did love pushing the buttons of those who seemed to be on a self-appointed pedestal, just to remind them that not everyone considered them as important as they considered themselves.
He looked as if about to say something somewhat apologetic for the outburst when his attention was drawn to the door, or more specifically to a man wearing a cape and entirely too little tights trying to get through the door. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered, glancing back to Eve, his eyes showing a hint of regret for having insulted her. It wasn't regret born of fear, but simply that of realizing he might have been in the wrong. "Sorry about that. You didn't deserve it. I gotta handle this though." He then turned and walked out to help the other bouncers with the man. "You...not a chance," he said to Batdude, pointing back out to the street. "Go down the street to some cheap whorehouse if you want, but they'll be making igloos in the bowels of Hell before you get through this door..."
Karameida Yamada said:
She had known that approaching him would be hard no matter what she was asking. He was a man who could probably work his way into any womans bed with just a few words and he always made her feel flushed and sent her heart into over-drive. It wasn't due to liking or loving him but due to the fact she wasn't used to being around dangerously attractive men.
When he turned to her she felt her blush darken a fraction and she just nodded a little bit. He started talking and she was once more reminded of how dangerous he could be, how he could probably make a woman shudder and shiver if he used the right tone...mentally kicking herself she brought herself back to reality and back to what he was saying....and as chance would have it would be at a very bad time.
"
E-Entertain her?" she stammered her blush darkening noticeably. "
I-I mean I could talk to her for a bit while you do what you need..." she said again trying her damnedest not to show how timid innocent and even unsure she was. Her face just wouldn't quit and give her one moment of peace and just let on just how shy she actually was.
Then he went on again "
O-Oh n-no I couldn't th-those women are in a league of their own!" she stammered out. She blushed even more as he complimented her and assured her that her waitress job would not be in jeopardy "
I'm way to incredibly in-experienced to do anything of the sort!" she said trying to lower her voice back down to a whisper. "
You know I'm a v-virgin..." she said her eyes looking down to the side pretty much
anywhere but at keane.
She felt her chest rising and falling with each breath she took and was painfully aware of how true her words were. She was indeed a virgin and even beauty wise ranked average compared to almost any woman in the club. Once more she felt like she had stepped into the lions den with nothing more than a serving tray.
Keane had studied Seras' every reaction as he spoke to her, and noted how nervous she had been when speaking back. He was observant, if nothing else, but he also knew how to deal with people. As was most other things, it was his job to know. He placed a hand on hers comfortingly, looking into her eyes and offering a disarming and reassuring smile. "Seras," he said softly. "You don't give yourself nearly enough credit. You're a gorgeous girl, and should never be afraid to use that to your advantage when you can."
Removing his hand from hers, he tilted his head a bit as she continued, then admitted her sexual experience. Strangely enough, he didn't seem surprised at all. Tilting his head a bit, he glanced to the woman who waited for her, then back to the pretty young waitress. "Well, to be with a woman isn't necessarily compromising your virgin status, and I'm fairly certain she might be able to teach you a thing or two." Giving her a playful wink, he simply shrugged.
"If you don't want to give it a try, though, then just point her to the dancers so she can browse a bit, get her ID for me, and I'll run the background for her VIP Pass. If she passes, then the charge is five thousand, but that will buy a lifetime membership, so it's only paid once." He gave the girl's hand another pat before letting her go on her way, adding in one more bit before she was able to turn, however. "And Seras...if you need...instruction...I also provide that service to employees. After all, my job is to take care of you, and everyone else here."
