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Christian gave her a crooked smile, tilting his head ever so slightly "I don't think you're scum." He stated simply- before he finished off his own food. When they were all finished and he paid the bill they ended up walking around for a while longer, before heading back to Valaries place. Once there he picked through the clothing in the box- giving Valarie a silly little fashion show as he asked innocently if the 'Pants made his butt look too big' When they were obviously barely small enough to stay up- making it look like he didn't have a butt at all.

He ended up finding a pair of dark blue jeans, a white band T- or at least it had been a T shirt, before the sleeves had been ripped off to make it more like a tank. He also pulled on a black short sleeved button down shirt over top- leaving the buttons undone of course. He decided to pull his shaggy blond hair back into a low ponytail- making his appearance much neater than earlier. After checking himself in the mirror- he decided that he cleaned up quite well and announced that unless she had any alterations to make to his appearance, that he was ready to go get mauled by crazy drunk girls.

"I mean who could blame them? I'm irresistible" He stated matter as a matter of fact, though he was obviously joking once again. He didn't have that much of a high horse, even though he knew he wasn't an ugly person by any means. "Not that I'm the only one who'll draw attention" He added with a brow wiggle- knowing that Valarie had to get a lot of attention herself, she was a very pretty girl. "Now lead the way Captain! Let us drink until we can't tell that were not at sea!" he crowed- not that he planned on drinking to the point that he was swaying on his feet. Still he had before- and he remembered feeling like he was on a boat- which hadn't been the most pleasant experience and he had ended up being sick for most of the next day.

Christian fake gasped, lifting a hand to his chest "Are you telling me I'm pretty enough to go to the Gay bar? I'm flattered" He stated, not at all put off by the idea. He wasn't a homo phobe, if anything he found that both women and men could be attractive and the idea of being with someone only of one gender was kind of silly. Wasn't the persons personality much more important than what sexual organs they possessed? Well, that was his opinion anyway.

The moment they were in the bar- he felt eyes on the both of them, which wasn't really a bad thing though it did make him a little uneasy. Once at the bar he let Valarie decide on what he should drink, scrunching up his nose when he sipped at it- jack and coke...well, not the worst, it just had a bite. After taking a shot that was bought for him by another guy- who then skipped off to be with his partner- he turned his attention to Valarie, raising an eyebrow at her as he finished off his jack and coke... he hadn't even realized he'd been drinking it so quickly. "Excuse me madame, but I'm going to go find the little boys room" He stated, before he tipped an invisible hat at her and made his way through the crowd to the bathroom.

Once inside he let out a soft sigh, walking over to the sink and leaning forward against the counter- he had needed to regain his bearings. When was the last time he had been in such close quarters with so many people? A few weeks at least. "Pull yourself together Chris" He grumbled to himself, ignoring another male who stepped out off a stall and quickly washed his hands before leaving the bathroom- obviously quite intoxicated by the fact that he took a few moment to realize the door was a pull door...not push.

He stared at his own reflection for a few minutes- finding similarities within himself that reminded him of his father. Pursing his lips he turned his head one way and then the other. "Well....Don't want to leave Valarie waiting" He murmured, pushing himself away from the sink and making his way out of the bathroom- he stopped by another one of the bars within the club- ordering himself another Jack and coke...might as well stick to one liquor so that he didn't get sick. And then he set off to look for Valarie within the constantly moving mass of bodies on the dance floor.

Christian didn't bother holding back a laugh as Valarie pulled him into the circle, joining in without a single complaint. As the night progressed and a few more drink were consumed he found himself relaxing a bit- simply enjoying the sway of bodies and the sound of the music. A lax haze had consumed his mind and he didn't mind it... for the first time in a while the first thing in his mind was not the thought that someone might the watching him. Though the moment he felt his dance partner step away- a shiver ran down his spine and a nagging feeling seemed to play at the back of his mind.

The familiar scent of cigarettes smoke filled his nose- and he found himself trying to place it but unable to think of a face. He felt himself being drawn back again another person- definitely another man who was quite a bit taller than him- not that it was unusual. And then something seemed to click into his place and he felt his breath stutter- his eyes widening for a moment and a surge of primal fear moving through his body. The hunter had snuck up and cornered his prey- and he'd been none the wiser. "Y-you're" He breathed, unable to make his brain communicate with his mouth. He couldn't think of anything to say- and if he were to stop dancing now it would seem strange, he didn't want to worry Valarie. He swallowed hard, turning his head slightly to peer at the person behind him- though in the dim lighting it was hard to make out his features. "You're the one who's been following me. aren't you?" He stated- not really thinking about the fact that it might be hard to hear him over the thudding of the bass. Or was that his heart hammering in his ears? He couldn't tell. What he did know was that he was afraid and perhaps... he was a bit relieved as well- that the person in the shadows had finally come out..that it wasn't some trick his mind had been playing on him.

His mind wasn't working right- and he had the alcohol to thank. He wouldn't be able to just slip away from the situation- not when his reactions were slowed by the substance. He felt sluggish, despite the hammering in his chest and the adrenaline that followed the initial shock. And then he got to wondering why he was approaching him in a club of all places- was it so he had to keep calm? Not create a scene? It didn't make sense. This man had so many opportunities to get rid of him- many he had provided himself.

Chris felt his breath hitch as the man turned his face away..how easy would it be for this man to just, snap his neck? the thought sent another involuntary shiver down his spine. He didn't stop dancing, he didn't want to make things worse for himself, even though every fibre of his being was telling him to run- to get out of there while he still could. a soft noise jumped from his lips as the man wrapped his arms around him- startled from him at the sudden closeness. The mans breath against his ear made goose bumps rise on his skin- sent a thrilling jolt of fear through him. "The wolf" He echoed dumbly, his brows knitting as he tried to piece it all together. "I don't.." He murmured, trying to make sense of it but before he could ask any questions the man slipped away into the crowd, moving too quickly for Chris to catch a glimpse. His breath shuddered from his chest- suddenly he felt like his composure was shattered and he found himself making his way over to Valarie. Gently he took hold of her arm and steered her closer to the club entrance.

"Hey Val... Hypothetically speaking. If i needed to find someone, but in order to do so i needed to find a wolf first.. Where would one look?" He voiced, trying to make himself seem as calm as possible, though he was sure she would pick up that something was wrong. "Somewhere in the city. A wolf in a city" He added- pursing his lips as he tried to think of the answer himself, but nothing was springing into his mind... it just didn't make sense.

A bar. that made sense right? just find the wolf- he was supposed to look for him there, so that meant it was a place. Feeling a tug on his arm he came back to reality- his gaze falling upon Valarie. "I have to go Val. I can't explain, I... it's important and I'll be okay" (maybe) a voice added in his mind- but he pushed the thought aside. Digging into his pocket he produced a few bills and thrust them into her hands "So that I know you get home safe. I'll come back and see you. I promise" He murmured, before he pulled her into a swift hug- and then he was out the door and down the street- hailing a cab.

The moment the cab started he threw himself inside- his heart once again hammering a steady rhythm. He'd get answers... or he'd die trying. He was getting rather tired of waiting to die. 'where ya goin?' a gruff voiced driver asked him- in which he replied simply "The wolf" which earned him a slightly startled look, but no questions were answered. Was it that bad of a place? Regardless he had to go. He could still smell the lingering scent of tobacco on his clothes, something that most people would miss but... he couldn't shake it.

The ride was silent for the most part- and longer than he had expected but he didn't complain as he paid the cabbie and stepped out onto the street. Instantly he knew what Valarie had meant, this definitely wasn't the ritziest part of town. Ignoring the looks he was earning from the people on the streets- all of which looked to be very hard people, he made his way towards a bar that had an old bar sign in the shape of a wolves head howling to the moon. 'I hope this is the place and I didn't come here for no reason' he grumbled silently to himself as he stepped into the dimly lit bar- his nose instantly greeted by the scent of liquor, vomit and cigarettes. This was definitely a bit of a hole.

silently he made his way to the bar- once again ignoring those who stared at him,as if sizing him up. "A pint of...something strong, please" he muttered as he slid onto a stool and waited- trying not to seem too jumpy- he had to keep his calm here.

Chris's heart leapt as the man let out a noise that didn't sound quite human to him- watching as he discretely placed the envelope before him, which Chris did his best to keep concealed as he read it- letting his eyes skim over it twice, then three times, just to be sure. Chris sat there for a few more minutes, as to not look too suspicious, before he got up and simply made his way out of the bar as if he had not a care in the world. It took him a moment to orientate himself, before he made his way down the street towards a few apartment buildings- halting before the one that matched the address he now had committed to his memory. "Brace yourself" He murmured, before he made his way inside and up a few flights of stairs. When he found the door he was supposed to he found himself freeze up. Was this really a smart idea? of course not. Why even bother asking himself such a silly thing... this was a very, very bad idea and he really had no other choice but to go along with it all.

Sucking in a deep breath he lifted his hand and let his knuckles rap against the door three times before he let his hand drop limply to his side. He stared nervously at the door, once again feeling like he should simply flee and hide away from the world, but what good would that do him? 'I wish i could have had that beer' he added silently to himself, as if the extra liquor would help to silence his nerves.

A yelp escaped the males lips before he could help himself- and he found himself tumbling to the ground, landing heavily on one wrist- though he didn't think he sprained it..just bruised..maybe? He wasn't sure. What he did know was that shots were being fired and he felt himself cringing against the ground he had been so unceremoniously tossed onto. He simply gaped at the male as he turned around, staring him with wide eyes for a moment, before he snapped his jaw shut and icy eyes narrowed in response to the gun being pointed his way. Carefully he picked himself off the ground and without really thinking about it he lifted a hand to lightly tap his knuckles against the side of the gun- nudging it away from his frame gently, or at least attempting to.

"Y'know, people always tell me that my eyes were freaky." He stated bluntly, letting his hand drop to his side as he looked the taller male over "But to answer your question. No. I came here because you so generously invited me. And i feel like if you wanted me dead at this point, i'd be dead. Or am I wrong?" He continued wryly. For some reason- the moment he was able to put a face to the man in the shadows he didn't feel quite so..intimidated. If anything he was irritated.

"Weeks. Who ever you are, have been tailing me for weeks" He added, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair only to find that it was still bound back. Without a second thought he tugged the hair band from his hair- holding back a wince as he pulled a few strands of his golden locks from his scalp. "So- Why haven't you? Because i'm sick and tired of being afraid of the person in the shadows- I mean i know who hired you. So why haven't you finished the job? She must be getting on your nerves by now" He grumbled, still not really putting together the fact that this guy who he was sassing could easily off him at any moment.

A dull throb in his wrist wrenched his attention away from the man, and he found himself scowling at his slightly red wrist. Okay, maybe it was sprained. "Lovely" He muttered, his gaze shifting back to the dark male "So? You going to shoot me? Or may I ask for some ice for my wrist? Because i think it's sprained. " He murmured- letting his temper simmer, there was no point in blowing up at the trained assassin any more than he already had.

Christian watched the other male draw closer with the gun pointed at his head, flinching only when a spurt of cold water hit his forehead and trickled down his face "really" He grumbled under his breath, watching the other male with mild annoyance as he went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas. "Thanks" He grumbled as he took the peas and the offered dish towel. He couldn't help but raise a brow at his next statement, well obviously his eyes were not natural, no one was born with black and red eyes after all. "Hey, i didn't choose to be born with ghost eyes" He sighed, pressing the bag of peas to hist wrist and wincing gently at the stinging sensation that prickled up his arm and rested in his shoulder blade.

His gaze shifted to the real weapon the male had placed down and for a moment he hesitated, was it really smart to hand the trained killer a weapon? Then again, if he wanted to he could probably take him out with or without the gun.Without another thought he moved over to the door and picked up the gun- looking it over for a moment, before he wandered over to Briar and handed it to him. "Of course she did" He replied dryly, he knew it had been her. But to have it confirmed still made him feel sick. He had indeed shrugged at the question directed at him, and in turn was shown a rather grotesque image the male had saved on his phone...why atone would save an image like that was beyond him, though it did make him slight nauseous. "Thanks for that" he replied, wrinkling his nose slightly as the phone was set down. And then he had to not so pleasant experience of watching the male walk towards him ,watching him with his crimson eyes.

"My move huh? I'm not her. What do you expect me to say- kill her? I'm...not that person" He voiced, though he had through of it before...still the thought of his words having any place in taking another life was unsettling. "Did you expect me to want revenge?" He added, unaware of the pained smile that took to his lips. "She had my father killed, and she wanted me dead, but I'm not like her. There's no move... I just wait until all the paper work is done, and then I leave" He murmured- not that he really wanted to. He loved his family home, and he didn't want to give it up...but he had no real choice in the matter.

"so...why keep following me if you had no intentions of killing me? Because to put it bluntly.... Not cool." he voiced as he pressed the bag of peas gently to a different spot on his wrist, flinching slightly- well that was where the pain was originating...