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The giant's run along the beach had occurred much later than its usual time. Normally Dare was up and running at five thirty every morning. But this time he had spent the night baby sitting a sleepless Fayre, so he had slept in, earning himself a good few hours sleep. But this morning's run was actually more of a walk, since the beach had quite a few occupants scattered about, and he could feel eyes upon him. No need to scare anyone by running. Just a long walk would do. Besides, the last time he had gone running in a populated area, he had accidentally trod on someone's teacup puppy. Needless to say, it didn't end well. In fact the whole experience had scarred him for life, and he would never again go running in a suburban area. Just the thought caused him to shudder.

But how he had gone from a leisurely stroll along the beach to sitting at the bar in such a strange establishment, was a mystery. Perhaps it was the thought of food that had lured him here. Sometime during the first half hour of his walk, his stomach had growled, alerting him to the fact that he hadn't eaten a thing since breakfast the previous day. At that time he heard a group of boys talking about food and dancers nearby. So naturally, he'd followed them. And the next thing he knew, he was sitting at a bar and ready to order drinks and something edible. He hadn't even thought about the entertainment side of things. Either way, this was going to be interesting.

Pretending not to notice the strain his weight was placing on the stool, Dare ordered a sandwich and a glass of water. He had yet to decide what alcoholic beverage he wanted, if indeed, he was to have one at all. While waiting for his order to be filled, the raven scanned the occupants of the building that were within eyesight. His gaze happened to settle upon a small blonde woman who wore very provocative attire. Not that he was complaining. The silver of her dress (could you even call it that?) nicely complimented the lighter tones of her hair. But... She was tiny. Smaller than most he had seen. She looked as if she would break in his grasp. But he shot a wolfish grin in her direction nonetheless. He turned away to accept a glass of water, but kept his eyes trained on her petite form. There was no harm in looking.

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Tyrese expected to arrive a little ahead if not entirely in synch with the brunette, depending on how long her change took. Regardless, the bar wasn't far from her home and his drive had been- or perhaps just felt, long and slow. He let the car idle once he found a parking space, leaning forward to see if he could pick Bree's car out from amongst the others. Eventually, coming up fruitless, he gazed up at the remodeled ship and eased his hands away from the steering column. Whoever had hit him had more than likely come from here, before the change; part of his mind began to stray on the thought as he went back to absently searching the sea of asphalt. Wouldn't it be nice if places like this had a system in place, something like valet, but less for parking and more for monitoring who was sober enough to drive. You exchange your keys for a ticket, and can't get them back if you're trying to leave while intoxicated. There maybe could even be a small call desk for an uber. God, he wished. Even if he could employ such an idea at La Mer, he doubted it would catch on. People wouldn't want their keys confiscated, yet couldn't take the responsibility for themselves not to drink and drive. He huffed, splaying his bangs over his head and letting them drop again. Cutting the engine, the wolf stooped forward to pop his trunk and climb out of the car. His things were waiting inside, neatly folded in a plastic lined across the chest bag. It was like opening a mystery gift, as he didn't recall what he last left inside, and was pleasantly satisfied with the shade of blue in both the shirt and shades. Well, his eyes were on the darker side of the spectrum, but he thought it was a compliment just the same. Maybe even an overkill, considering he was now matching his car. The wolf chuckled, neverminding the sprinkle of rain nor the pass of car lights over himself as he switched out most of his garments-- with exception of his jeans, of course, for obvious reasons. He should still look relatively put together, even if he didn't have a big enough mirror to double check in. What he did do was trot over to his side view mirror and fix up his hair, making sure it laid in its usual and preferred styling.




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Tyrese took his shades and raked them through his hair, leaving them to sit against his crown and pin two or three tendrils of rebelling strands that wouldn't comply. There wasn't any reason for actually wearing the shades today, but they completed his look. He almost assuredly had to look like a giant rich douchebag to any outsider looking in: everything on him was blue but but his skin. When had he become a snobby rich boy? Was the temperamental roughian boy still somewhere under all this? The answer to that question waited undeniably in his memory of calling Lillian a slut just after threatening to murder her boyfriend and hide the body. His lips pulled to one side, eyes wide and averted under raised brows for several seconds. This celebrity look really only made him a wolf in sheep's clothing. One hand trapped his cheek under it's palm, though only momentarily before he used it to slide over his mirror and help himself up. With a slight grunt he shook that same hand of the water that he should have full well known was waiting there.

The soft voiced 'excuse me, sir' from behind was quickly recognized, Tyrese forgetting his line of thought and action as he turned his head to find the source. "Good evening-...." His brain didn't register ogling the brunette until he'd already done it, his wet hand falling to his side as the other grazed the back off his neck. She could potentially call him on it, but he had never claimed to be above his basic nature. The author remembered seeing that same outfit in the window display and taking a particular interest; an opportunity to see her in it had only occurred after so long, a month if not two, and he had forgotten she owned it. Not every item enthused her, but buying it had been more about what he would like to see her in. What she said next didn't pass him over, in his head he was already scrambling to claim her lips and whisper admiration. But not in reality, not yet. "Wow, you're beautiful." His accent mindlessly missed the 't,' spinning the word with a countryesque yet still notably English twist. The wolf approved.




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The wolf briefly was made to contemplate his own inward contentment with and coveting for the brunette as she shivered into matching the mood of his gaze; it was a relieving contrast so soon after dealing with the bad mood that crept up on him every time he tried resisting the urge to feed his addiction. He had been vaguely letting inconfidence float in his mind- the doubt that his sister could trust whatever sweet nothings this guy in her life was whispering in her ear, and his annoyance with his own shutdown of trust at the thought of being too serious with his ‘the one.’ Still, with a perfect ‘all of a suddenness,’ he was fine and in an entirely different mood altogether. Carmen may have found someone who was the one for her (he would give said person the benefit of the doubt), but that someone could never amount to what he had. Aubrey was meekly flustered with a response, lips scarcely parted with words almost disbelieving of his already half awed spill of admiration. He returned her small smile and confirmed, ”No, you're right. Beautiful isn't good enough.”

A smirk replaced the smile, but only as a light tease. He was busy being pleasantly distracted by her movements, the bare exposed skin and the fabric so lightly bound against it as well as the gentle swaying of her skirt. He overlapped his hand with the one she'd used to tighten her grip on her umbrella handle, preferring she wasn't compromising too much of her area of dryness for his sake. After all, the wolf was far less likely to catch cold, not to mention it would be very distasteful to let the lady get wet. Although, the latter was becoming less and less avoidable even as she stepped closer and placed her hand on his arm. Her electric current evaded his skin, to which he reacted with goosebumps and a momentary stillness. Less than irritating, there was a sense of release- relieved, in part, of the pent up want for intimate contact. Some days were carried over on simple gestures, on others, it was better not to start so stopping wouldn't be a problem. Not that they were up to much yet. Either way, he appreciated the contact and nodded at the idea to make their way inside. ”That missing thing on my arm was you.” The wolf chuckled warmly and intertwined their fingers.

Taking her over in the direction of the door, she was held to the opposite side of the...bouncer as they went inside. There was still little context formed in his mind to justify guarded watch over the occupants coming and going, though he was likely to be embedded with that information soon. The music spoke a lot, soft jazz meant a mellow atmosphere. Enough so for dancing? He was a healthy skeptic, his blue hair reflecting the soft colored lighting above as he kept slightly enough ahead to part any draping velvety curtains. It couldn't be too casual, as he could pick up hints of body sweat and cigars on the air,. A weak hum was leaving his lips once a reliable stop was provided where the water mutant could put her umbrella to rest, Tyrese fidgeted with the wet strands that were currently spreading to the sheltered few closer to his scalp. There was a piano and comfortable seating by sight alone, his own eyes were peeled for a smoking and nonsmoking sign- whether some soft of filter lied in place to enforce the separation. The bar was also welcoming, though far too impersonal, and the bluenette passed it by for a corner setting of a cushiony love seat with a table in front.




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She had his cheek before he could reply too deeply, or, with the animal involved, too possessively for the purity of the moment. His smile was latent as her heat and scent rolled over his senses, less so muted by the rain the second time her lips brushed his person. That very part of his skin, though essentially sheltered by his shirt, was under arrest to the narriation of her fluttering lashes and curls swaying contrary to the beat of weather's sympathy. Tyrese noticed Bree's micro reactions to the equally as large man with his scrutinizing stare, it wasn't needlessly brutish when considering what kind of creeps potentially wanted their way inside, but it was all his reason to communicate she was by no means a target for his gaze. If anyone would be an issue, it'd be him. Over her, of course, so it was all better resolved by keeping her close and sheathed at his side.

He loosened up the close stance once she began shaking her umbrella at the door mat, already taking in the sweat inducing stage lights despite their warm jazzy colors. Coyote Ugly was his only experience with a scene of this nature, muted down today no less, but I'm comparison he had expected the bar scene from The Great Mouse Detective. The very idea of a mass of sweaty drunk bodies pooling around the stage was more than enough of a cease and desist for his imagination, as was the contractually arranged performance for one piggly moment of sexual stimulation. It all added up to as a gritty playground for mentally guiltless affairs, with a pretty bow of mild social acceptance on top. The wolf hardly cared to see more than a few props backstage before turning his head to find their table. He stood aside while Aubrey compacted her plastic shield and picked which side she would like to sit on- with the room opening up to her, or the bar to help corner her in. He sat after, momentarily squirming to see whether his large form was spared enough space to really get comfortable.

"Yeah?" The male asked as the brunette spoke of it with adaptive optimism, his ankle crossing over his knee so he could recline in a position that angled his back to the room and his front mostly facing her. He could hear where any moving or breathing entity was, he hardly needed to glimpse it again after the first time from the safety of the doorway. He acknowledged the flick of her gaze with...nothing, either pretending not to notice or being so unmindful of it that it presented no real reaction. Though really neither were true, he was hosting her in his vision with a somewhat far away absentness, knowing he was watching her still but not doing it with a full consciousness. He was wondering if it was all on purpose: the frequency of touches and the hinting wants of having them returned. He thought, she didn't know how to play him that well, not to be doing it on purpose- even if it worked.

Tyrese could be holding back because he wanted to wait until the moment was perfect, but he wasn't. He was delaying gratification because it would be that much more gratifying to let desire reward itself when it ticked away to desperation. The man would know, considering his months of treading muddied emotions and mindless maddening desire. He had never manipulatively planed to enrapture her, not anytime before or after she became his 'mine alone,' but he had anticipated and writhed in waiting for an opening. The author delt with his own conviction in knowing he shouldn't technically or morally have the right, the irony was, now that he did? He liked to watch her own desire slowly simmer before giving way. Her small flickers of emotions while it happened was...satisfying, in the way he knew he would fall head first into that enraptured captivity, the gratification, of waiting. He could just be thinking about this too hard, was it strange that he was silently enjoying just wanting her without acting on it?

"Hm? Oh yeah, I couldn't see him anywhere else around Soleil." Tyrese agreed with a nod, his arm laying across the top of the booth. He wouldn't have dared to do so if he couldn't smell the diluted water and Clorox mixture that kept the area clean between customers. He noted the pinch of a scowl that died almost too soon. "Have you heard from them recently?" While he felt for Hakem a terrible disinterest for most his years knowing him, that had changed lately; nevertheless, he didn't talk with the older bluenette often. They were never up to much, so he doubted there was anything to know. No, his uncle was too straight-laced. With working around mostly naked women, this was probably the most exciting thing his uncle had involved himself with...ever. With the slight worry that he would dampen Bree more, the wolf pushed himself to his feet and offered his hand. "May I have this dance?"





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Kind of? Tyrese hadn't thought there was a middle of the road answer to that, but as he watched her face he caught the vibe of her discomfort. It had been a few weeks now and he wasn't aware of her seeing either wolf, so his personal guess was she had been avoiding the same painful subject she bore herself through the first time with him. Even he occasionally felt...strange about it, much like he'd forgotten it over night and felt his heart skip a beat the next morning when he woke up to her flat stomach. It was that much worse for her, just how much, he wouldn't know. He was only projecting what was both...perhaps the most obvious and gut wrenching. If not that, what was the chances of them having a fall out? They seemed mature and sensible enough not to blow each other off, and he was sure he would have heard Aubrey's frustration over it. No, the latter theory wasn't likely.

"It'll get better." The wolf shifted his head to one side, leaning with his arm on the table to extend his reach as he waited on her hand. He was patient with her sense of distraction, minorly concerned as well, but swift to attempt bringing her mind away from whatever it was. She grabbed back, her slinder fingers closing partway over the broad part of his wrist until she was pulled upright. His arm followed, drawing her around the curving edge of the table until she closed within a foot of him, if not closer. "Put away whatever script you're getting your lines from and just have fun with me." Tyrese chuckled back, strolling in toe with the brunette to an open space of low lit flooring. He folded her against him, changing her held hand to fold against his palm while the other took her bare mid-waistline. He quietly glanced down at the top of her crown as her cheek pressed into his shoulder.

"This is only for you." Replied the bluenette reassuringly and lowly, part of his attention divided to the job of unrusting the memory of how to guide their feet. It was a repainted night for himself, drawn out of the too formal Saisons he had gone through strictly to get ahead in a race already lost from the start. There was no waiting Finn to swoop in per the chance he could win over his once banished spouse nor a blonde presence stalking around from the shadows to claw him away. He would end the night at the side of a person he belonged with, and he wouldn't start the next with a mark that was hugely mistaken in it's trust and worthiness of placing. One memory to replace the last, like a book rewritten to a more fitting ending. He had scribbled away the last beach to replace it with hers, chose to reject every thought sent to pull him into the past. Looking back held little. It wasent meaningless, just...

Better off dead. Besides, he spent a lot of his time missing his old open front vest and worn jeans, so using his weekends to entertain a button up was almost scoff worthy. Though again, for her he would overlook it- he wouldbt be up to par with her own adornments if he hadn't and God forbid he ever meet any form of disapproval. No, he'd really only aspire to please her anyway he could. Kissing the top of her curls, the wolf exhaled in continuing to guide a simple box step that's allowed for the occasional twirl or dip in time with the music. Tyrese wasn't a big listener to the genre, but the lyrics did become recognizable to the tune of saxophone and piano. His navy orbs grazed over to the musicians with a tickled gleam. Cheesy, but as was he. "Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms..." He carried the note better than he thought he would after years of scarring. "Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song..."

"When you said you looked a mess, I whispered under my breath. But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight." He quited to a hum, content with silence or talk between the reach of their voices within arms length. A bubble almost invisible and unminded- in no way regarded as wrong or unorthodox. If noticed at all, it was simply placed as two people together and nothing more- all it should be in itself, no external factors if they didn't let them in. There was something on his mind to ask, since he found just one date both relieving and hectic to arrange; seemingly, only done if he skipped out on some other duty. Aubrey seemed so distant and amourous today that he wondered whether he was leaving her lonely. "I know this is a little random, but...am I busy too often? I know how it's like we live on separate clocks sometimes. I don't always feel like I see you unless it's sporadic."



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