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 Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:32 pm
"So what can one get in this place? Coffe, well I'd hope so it is a cafe, or at least it looks like what a cafe would look like before being looted. How bout sodas?" She nodded bouncing her foot a little bit more viciously before lowing so the tip of her corked heels rested against the tile.
"Tea? Ice, hot, earl gray?" She pursed her lips then sighed twisting on her heel to lean back against the counter. "What to choose! So not fair, I've been unspoiled by fate." She huffed before a smile cracked her pout. "Coffee, small seven sugars, not that disgusting cancer in a pink packets, and seven creams, liquid, chilled not powder cream." She ordered before turning her attention back to the rest of the room noticing the man enter.
Slowly eying him she reached up ruffling her fingers through her orangish hair before setting her shades on top of her head right above her bangs. Smirking slightly she'd wink as soon as he looked her way.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:39 pm
Larue caught the eye of an orange-haired woman up at the bar ordering coffee. She winked at him, which seemed like a forward thing to do. He was unsure of her wink, but he did not read far into it. Instead, also walking over, he commented, "You ruin good coffee that way." To the waitress taking orders, he said, "Coffee, black."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:42 pm
"Of course, but heck I don't know how long I'll be dreaming this place up or what ever it is and darlin'" she put on her fake drawl for the last "I ain't gonna pass up the chance at cream or sugar even if I can't taste my coffee under it all. Heck I should of ordered a cup of cream and sugar with an hint of coffee!"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:44 pm
"I'm fairly certain that's what you ordered anyway," he replied with a distinctly disinterested tone. For a second he wondered what kind of world of chaos she came from, but decided he didn't quite care. Larue had enough on his mind as it was.
Once he had his coffee, he paid and turned away, nodding to the orange haired girl as he headed for a table.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:52 pm
She shrugged flipping her hair over her shoulder before quickly snatching her mug up taking the spoon offered her before vigirously stirring it. "See, more coffee then sugar, it hasnt turned into a syrup yet!" She called triumphantly before puffing her cheeks out as she blew across the surface.
Doing a few more puffs she took at long slow drink not stopping even when the coffee burned her tongue, only allowing the wince to make one eye close before she set it down. "What other goodies do you have here? Beside the fish." She asked the waitress before glancing back at the man who had snubbed her, though she was hardly discouraged as she wiggled her fingers at him before finishing the rest of her coffee.
"Well while I think of something else get me another coffee, black this time. After all I'm sure that much sugar after a few years of no sugar will turn me into a diabetic for sure." She grinned before turning on her heels strolling over to the man's table a slight roll to her hips as she crossed the distance.
"Seat taken?" She asked pulling out a chair, "No? Of course not." She answered herself before sitting down careful to tuck her ankles.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:58 pm
Of course she was latch on to him. Larue sighed and gestured for her to have a seat. "No, by all means," he said, with faint traces of sarcasm. It was better than babysitting to bickering girls, their corrupted nights, or the psychopath trying to kill them.
He sipped his coffee, waiting patiently for her to strike up whatever conversation she was going to strike. He assumed she would take the initiative. Whether he even had to say a word was even up for debate. Some people could carry on conversations very nicely all by themselves.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:03 pm
She grinned, impervious to his cold sarcasm. Before she could say anything the waitress came around handing over her coffee, she savored the scent this time around holding it up to her lips taking the tiniest of sips before lowing it, keeping her hands cupped around the warm ceramic mug. "Pleasure to meet you..." She let the sentence trail off allowing silence for him to plug in a name.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:08 pm
He decided to play along. For now. "Larue Tai" he provided curtly, inclining his head. He figured that giving her the rest of his name would set her off on some kind of tirade. He wondered if he should mention it. It would definitely spark her interest more than he wanted, but hell, she wasn't going anywhere anyway. So he added, "Dragon Master."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:14 pm
"I knew it you came from some sort of comic convention or something!" She said smacking the table with her open palm. "But shouldn't I be calling you Spock or something?" She asked holding up her hand her fingers contorting and wiggling as she tried to shape them into that one salute before she shrugged tossed him a peace sign before grinning taking another sip taking in a deep breath her eyes fluttering closed before she let out the breath.
"Perfect. But no let me see, your a Dragon Master....soo-" She pursed her lips in thought. "What could I be? Oh boy, I knew I should of gotten into anime more then I did...but bah! Not like I had time. No I was too busy learning how to do that." She said jutting her chin in the direction of the door eying the body on the floor. "Pity, he was kinda cute...oh well." She shrugged before winking at Larue Tai.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:20 pm
He smiled and let her go on, figuring it would keep her busy for a while so he could drink his coffee in peace. Honestly, he tuned her out. He didn't hear half of what she said. Instead, he began strategizing in his mind, figuring out a long-term plan on how to get the girls ready to take care of their own personal defense.
When he tuned back in, the young woman was still talking. She said something about somebody being cute, and then she winked. What topic had she landed on?
She stopped talking, though, which meant he needed to supplement something so he could quit listening again. "You haven't mentioned your name," he stated, taking a measured sip of coffee.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:23 pm
"Tomie." She said simply taking another sip of her coffee letting out a content sigh.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:34 pm
((Crap! I forgot about Larue's scar! I'll make mention of it in this post))
Larue reached up and scratched the scar that ran along his cheek from jaw to ear. "That it?" he asked, nodding to her. He sipped more coffee, keeping his green eyes level with hers. Hopefully it was enough to keep her talking for a while more, while he found a better topic.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:38 pm
Tomie shrugged, tucking her red-orange locks back. "Is there supposed to be more?" She pursed her lips thinking. "Once maybe, but then Tomie wouldn't even be the starter....and now well I suppose I could tack on my kill count?" She asked before shrugging.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:42 pm
He shrugged. "I suppose I'm just accustomed to people having surnames. It's not important." He angled his head slightly. "So are you in the business of killing, or is it something you do for pleasure?" he wondered idly.
He faintly wished he could go back to being a bounty hunter. That had been easy. Royal business was so tedious.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:49 pm
"Well, yeah. People did but its not important anymore. Not like anyone is being kept track of. Nope last names are about as important as IDs, driver licenses, social security and dollars." She listed them off on her fingers before tossing her hands up exasperated as if throwing them all away.
"As for what I do. Depends on who's asking. Killing...I was born to do it. Okay nothing so dramatic but I've been trained to do it since....oh I was five?" She shrugged. "That and being a prostitute but that's just a cover up. So much easier to get to a target if they think your just some high class booty." She paused then frowned. "Well for men, and some women. But mostly men." She nodded taking a deeper drink of her coffee now that it had started to cool.
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