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 Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 3:57 pm
Sher sat down next to a man who swore he knew her from somewhere and she wasn't about to correct him and tell him she had been the one who had broken his nose three years ago. Instead she flashed him a charismatic smile and took his arm as he lead her away to a bunch of other stuck-up rich boys. Each one took one look at her and fought the urge to whistle while trying to hide the bulge that usually appeared between their legs. Once she was seated she took a good look around to see if there was a way to see anything amiss. The only downside to this game was that she attracted so many males already that it would be virtually impossible to spot Damion out of them. Still she remained alert as her armcandy decided to try and pull a 'move' on her. Instead of pushing him away she merely smiled but inside she was contemplating how much it would take before she broke his nose again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a beautiful red-head that approached them. The girl's eagerness and bubbly tone matched all the other waitresses so she didn't see anything amiss. "I'll have a margarita." She answered promptly, her tone casual as she glanced at the girl's nametag. The name was familiar but the face wasn't. Sher waited before the guy's ordered a round of beers and Sher added, "And three shots please." The shots were for something else in mind and she waited for the girl to leave, since her armcandy seemed to have eyes for both of them.
On the dance floor a particular male had caught her attention as he stood at his full height, with his brown locks tousled to perfection. Her eyes scanned over him quickly but would continue to return to him as she glanced back at the man who had claimed her for the night (or so he thought.)
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:11 pm
Yes, of course, I'll be right back with your drinks. Rosabella moved away and placed the orders, inside she was grinning madly while outwardly she was smiling. So, Sher liked Margarita's huh? She'd keep tally of what Sher perfered over all other things, it would help him stand out among the rest of those meat heads that were orbiting around her. After a few more rounds, she came back with the tray of drinks. "Here you go, Miss, One margarita and three shots, for the gentlemen of the table. five Buds, two Kokanee and Pilsner. Will there be anything else for the moment?"
Rosabella waited to see if there was anything else, whatever orders were placed she fetched them and then went to for the rounds again, her hard work was starting to grab some attention... and her butt was starting to get some pinches. She gave playful warnings like most of the other waitresses did, restraining herself from knocking many of them a** over tea kettle. Soon, she would take on another male persona. But first she wanted to gather a little information on the Head waitress and the owner, maybe if she worked hard enough she would be able to ask some questions about them.
((Are we going to rp the information gathering or are we going to fudge that over and see how well Damions seducing skills are? X3 ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:37 pm
Sher left the men with a rather quick good bye as she exited the little place they were in. She made her way quickly to the dance floor, her feet tapping along already. The male who had caught her attention earlier was at the bar talking to none other than the head waitress. She kept her eyes on her before feeling hands encircling her waist. Arching an eyebrow she turned to find herself looking at a drunken elder man. "Take your hands off me." Her icy tone cut through the atmosphere of the bar as the man found himself chuckling madly and running his filthy hands down the side of her curves. With a flick of her wrist she had the man flipped on his front side over the nearest table, Sher was never one for discretion and the fact that he had tried to violate her so terribly so she needed a little revenge. Pulling his arm back further he man let out a whimper that satisfied her before he leaned in so that her body pressed against him and whispered in his ear, "I'd suggest going home sweetheart." He let out a groan of discomfort as she let him go, the people around them quickly going back to their dancing but the male population awed and aroused by her display of domination. Choosing the male that had attracted her eye, she didn't say a word as she took him by the hand and lead him to the dance floor.
Their bodies swayed against the music as she let herself dance freely not looking around as much as she should be but the margarita she had drank earlier was finally giving her a quick buzz. The male's breath tickled her neck as she leaned against his chest and dipped low before coming back up with a grin, turning herself around to face him. His chocolate-colored eyes glanced briefly at her before resting his hands at her waist.
|| Fudge that over too? :'D ||
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:50 pm
((Only if you want too, I need some direction with my character if we're going to do that. 3nodding ))
Rosabella spared a glance to the dance floor when she saw the dance floor come alive with a bristle of activity before the dancing started to get back to its normal self. Rosabella kept working and looking at the clock discretely, she needed to time this right, the margarita was starting to make Sher a little loopy. Well, if she was drunk off her a** while she was gathering information, that would be an automatic win as far as she was concerned. Espeically if she had to bring her back home afterwards and hold her hair out of the way to allow her to do the technocolour yawn into the crapper. Though, she knew what weapon of choice would allow her to get a foot into the door when it came to the mission of seducing her. She was a creature of booze, she made a note of that. Rosabella continued to shine through with her work. Trying to grab the attention of the head hostess so that she might be able to get to know her a little better, she doubted that she would be trusted enough in one night to get what Sher wanted her to get... but anything was possible.
Her tips were starting to come in, having a cute face and a nice bust helped when it came down to it. She was getting some things from the gossip that was being spoken amoung the Waitresses and waiters there when she passed by, but gossip was gossip, she needed to weed out the truth from the fables.
((What sort of information was Damion suspose to be gathering, anyway? xp ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:00 pm
|| Just the name of Head Waitress's father, where her father was last seen, and snip bits of her father's work. ||
Sher, meanwhile, found herself in the hands of the dangerously sexy male who had his arms around her waist and held her close. The margarita wasn't enough to get her drunk but it did help her to ride on the buzz of it. After a moment she found herself wanting more than just a dance, she wanted another drink so she maneuvered her way from his grasp and to the bar. Sher chuckled as his eyes begged for her body to come back while she swayed away happy to have gotten his attention. Had that been Damion she would've really been surprised but it wasn't, that much she was sure. While she went to get her drink she saw that the male had refused to continue dancing if it wasn't with his blond goddess.
And that was where he lost her as a dancer, she disliked clingy puppy-dogs and he turned out to be one of them. Sipping her margarita, Sher walked over slowly to the far side of the dance floor. Alone and at ease, she danced freely, her hips swaying with the rhythm of the music as her eyes scanned the room discretely every now and then. Males continually crept closer to her hoping for at least a grab, but the icy glare she wore kept them all at a distance which was more than fine with her. If none of them could take the glare then they weren't worth flirting with. Sher chuckled as one of them dared to grab a girl and dance ridiculously dirty with her as though that were to make her jealous by the way he snuck glances at her for her reaction.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:13 pm
Rosabella leaned the name of the Head Hostess' father, that was a good start but she was a long way from getting all the other bits of information from the break-time gossip. Rosabella made her rounds again, cleaning tables and ringing tabs. She was suprised how packed the place was especially for a weeknight, then again, rich men often blew their money needlessly. Rosabella observed what repulsed Sher and what she seemed to find attractive in a man. Rosabella was an observent creature, hopefully for the better, her room was in need of a french maid for her to enjoy. However that was neither here nor there. Soon she would adopt a more male persona and see if that would be enought to get the rest of the information that she needed in order to complete her mission. Rosabella kept an eye on the drink levels around the bar. Noting that Sher had got another one not too long ago.
Still, she kept her ear to the ground for the rest of the information concerning the head waitresses old man. She was descrete, innocently questioning or planting answers through subtle manipulations of her words, getting answers without asking questions. Yes, soon she would be confident that she would have enough information to get changed and start with the last part of her plan.
((If you have a plan for that I can edit my work to talor to your planned needs. wink ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:23 pm
Sher grew tired after a moment and danced her way from the dance floor to an empty table. It was strange how it could be empty so she kept an eye open for someone who could have previously been sitting there. Her lips were set in a sexy smirk, but her eyes still radiated ice. One of the waiters there approached her and whispered something in her ear. She knew the waiter well and he was her personal informative. "Thanks." She whispered back before asking him for a shot. That got her thinking to the three shots she had given the males earlier, she shot a glance and sure enough the powder she had slipped in them were now working. They had a crazed look to them, a side-effect of the powder, but they also produced a foul smell, a smell she hoped would keep them lonely for the remainder of the night. She'd need to use that to her advantage later.
The waiter, much like the other workers, eyed her with fear except for that other female waitress. She was unknown to Sher and had approached her with a bubbly attitude. Most of the waitresses did this as well but she could always see the fear in their eyes or the way their hands trembled when they gave her a drink. She continued to observe the girl as she made her rounds wondering if possibly that could be Damion. If it was, then he sure made one sexy waitress. She chuckled at her thoughts and took the shot quickly, licking her glossed lips as she crossed her legs and placed her elbow on the table, feigning boredom when really her eyes were deliberately looking around for something interesting and a certain tailored-male who she recognized from her database.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:45 pm
With each passing moment of gossip and back stage chatter, Rosabella was putting things together. When she was confident with her knowledge she did one more set of rounds, she came back to Sher's table, still bubbly but a little less energetic and understandably so from all the work that needed to be done tonight. She collected the empty glasses.
Can I get you anything else? More Beer, wine, perhaps a margarita for you miss?
After she dropped the empties off and returned with whatever the gang ordered, Rosabella went to the back and slipped into the bathrooms.
~*~
An hour later, an intimidating and rather ruthless man was lead to one of the private booths, on the right side, his temple hair was starck white, while the rest remained a jet black. Over his left eye there was a patch, telltale scars jutted out the tops and bottoms of the eyepatch that sheilded the world from something grusome. His hair was long, about shoulder length and tied back into a tight pony-tail, then greased back slickly with a glossy gel. He had a five o'clock shadow that created a feeling of ruggedness that countered his otherwise polished looked of a three piece midnight black suit that lacked a tie. He stood with a regal sense of pride. His right eye was a fierce, piercing icy-blue, he somewhat glared out through his eyebrows. When he sat in his booth, he set his breifcase down under the table and turned the light down inside. Letting only the light of the candle and a small about of the room light in. He took out a cubain ciggar and the waiter moved an ash tray infront of him. He got his ciggar cutter out and leaned back.
After about five minutes, the waiter came back to take his order. I'll have a ceaser... and... get that blonde woman over there a margarita, put this with the glass and add that to my tab.
Jaggar ordered the man, he had a beautiful persion accent with his ferm, though layed back voice. He tossed a card over the table at the waiter whom caught it. He looked at it and then raised an eyebrow. Muse me.
The waiter brough Sher her drink, along with the Queen of Hearts card that Jaggar asked accompany it. From the dim light of the booth he occupied, he watched the blond haired beauty and her pack of drunken idiots. The night proved to be most entertaining.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 7:56 pm
The margarita came as no surprise but the card did. A small smirk played at her lips at the bold move from a man and so curiosity killed the cat; Sher asked the waitress who the drink came from. Quick as a whip the waitress pointed to a man not to far off, to say he was handsome was not the complete truth. He had an aura of ruggedness around him which (in all honesty, attracted her. What can she say? She liked bad boys.) But she wasn't going to play that easily, rather she smiled politely to the girl and took the drink.
Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer as she lingered onto the man next to her. His stench now becoming unbearable. She smirked wickedly at him before kissing his cheek with her luscious glossy lips and getting up, her legs catching the attention of those she walked by. Rather than walk over to the male who had given her the card, she walked to the restroom.
It was like a lion's cage inside the restroom; all were fighting for the mirror but Sher could care less about it. Getting into an empty stall she took out her dagger and cut her dress at the back, because the tag was getting on her final nerve, but she also thought that the dagger might make for an interesting tool later so she hid it again before casually exiting the bathroom stall. Now as she got out and smoothed out her corset-like dress she glanced over at the male again, this time her glance was suggestive and playful, something that Sher had mastered over the years. Sher grabbed her margarita before making her way over to the male who had bought her the drink.
Back straight and eyes set, Sher spoke in a sharp tone over the table so he could hear her, "Thanks for the drink and as for the card, I'm guessing you want to play. Question is, do you play by the rules?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 8:14 pm
Jaggar lite up his cubain and took a puff before welcoming her to join him with an elegant jesture. He looked up at the blonde bombshell as he placed his lighter on the table. They say that time slows down to a crawl when a man talks with a beautiful woman, come, would you do me the pleasure of making me feel immortal with your presence? Cuban?
Jaggar leaned back a little into a relaxed pose. He removed the cubain from his lips and blew the smoke from his lungs away from his female guest.
Dear Lady, rules are usually crutches for men who need to even out the playing feild for themselves in order to measure up to men such as myself. I know the boundries, and I know when and when not to cross them. Won't you join me while you enjoy your drink? I love to admire beauty.
There was an heir of confidence around Jaggar, but not in an arrogent way. He wasn't like the other men where he would immediately jump to grope and take what wasn't offered and what wasn't fully his yet. His eye was locked into Sher's own. This might be interesting.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:24 am
Sher's body language was all but inviting as she stood with the margarita in her arm and her other hand on her hip, her eyes the very definition of icy. Yet this man didn't care as he invited her to sit all for the purpose of staring at her? If that didn't spell out creepy then she didn't know what did but at the same time he had flattered her so she let a smirk grace her lips. He wanted to play, she'd show him a real game.
"Who taught you your manners?" She asked taking the seat across from him and crossing her legs elegantly. The smoke he omitted was directed away from her and she had to ponder, was he really as rugged as he looked? She was sure she'd find out. "Why a margarita?" Sher asked as she sipped from the strong drink, though it wasn't making any effect on her. Now her arms rested on the table, while she eyed him carefully though the way her eyes were looking it looked anything but guarded.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 2:26 pm
If Sher honestly thought that he was only inviting her to sit down to be looked at... she was sadly mistaken, there were far more things that physical beauty to admire and adore in this world. The man gave a dark chuckle. You act as though your physical beauty is all that interests me, the cold look in your eyes... that stance... they say that you can tell a lot about a person by what they drink.You looked like a margarita girl; a bachelorette, a professional woman who just got off work or part of a girls-night-out gang. However, seeing as your surrounded more by men and less by women, I think that sooner is much more likely. I would say that your in the military, or at least ex-military, perhaps even a cop at one point in time, judging by the way you seem to handle yourself around the men. Most women who were as radient as you would be a little more careful about how they present themselves in such a situation. Your blantant lack of it tells me that you know self defence, and to such a degree your not afraid to tease and flirt heavily. Am I close?
Jaggar paused and took a drink of his ceaser. He shrugged when he put it down before adding. That and you were on the last of your previous one when I noticed you.
Jaggar pushed the cubans towards her, offering them again slightly seeing as she didn't seem to refuse nor deny them when he offered it to her the first time.
You'll have to excuse my mannerisms, I spent far too much time traveling around from place to place. Different cultures have different social allowences to what is and is not acceptable. But I assure you, the French and the Romans have far worse than I... and apprently, those who live here as well.
Jaggar paused and took a deep inhale of his cigar, his eye never leaving hers, as if he was trying to read the woman through her eyes. As if the key to all the knoweldge that surrounded her was right there, he just needed to search. He was playing a dangerous game, but he was still new to this sort of personality. At least here it was safe practice. He was confident enough that he wouldn't loose the bet getting two out of three of what was needed of him, a draw at worse.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 6:48 pm
His explanation did nothing but amuse her further as she sat and listened to his explanation. There were bits and pieces that caused an arch of her eyebrow but other than that she didn't give him the satisfaction of getting anything more out of her. "I do believe you talk a whole lot of crap." She said bluntly with a small hint of a smirk. "But it's interesting and you're quite correct in a lot of things."
She denied the cigar, she was never one to smoke only when dealing with a client that would be soothed with a cigar. Sher got up, a plan concocting in her mind as she walked over, sitting herself comfortably on his lap and placing her hand around his neck confidently, "I'm not afraid to tease and flirt heavily."Her smirk was still teasing her glossy lips as she took one last sip from her margarita and placed it on the table. Her blue eyes stared into his and she finally had a thought; Damion. Sher's smirk increased but she said nothing else. Certainly this was a different type of guy but was Damion this good of an actor? She couldn't tell but she was going to try this person to her best.
"Is this too much for you?" She asked in a soft whisper against his ear as she leaned against him, her blond waves falling around her face as she let her eyes meet his, an electric current running through her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 7:46 pm
Ni soy asustado ligarse, no hay cosa tal como demasiada belleza… sino you' el ll todavía tiene que demostrarme más. Jaggar whispered smoothly back into her ear. Though he didn't take the bait, he still remained relaxed, as though ten thousand women as gorgous as she was had sat on his lap to coo him.Pero miel de colada en sus oídos isn' t tiene tan interesante como otros lugares él podrían ir.
Jaggar brush the hair gently out of his face and over Sher's shoulder, then inhaled another drag of his smoke and exhaled away from her. He looked back to the woman on his lap But before we even think about that, do tell me about the woman on my lap attempting to seduce me. Thats what I want, how about we play a little 'Quid pro quo. Yes or no?
Jaggar reached and took a sip of his drink, returning it to the table shortly after and putting it out of arms reach from the woman on his lap. Wheels were turning, one could see it in his eye, though what they were turning for was anyones guess as a shot in the dark. If your really feeling confident, perhaps a dance would amuse you much more than sitting on my lap and whispering into my ear. You do know how to dance, don't you? I'll tell you what... if you can keep up with my dancing, I'll tell you one truth about me that you wish to know, any truth. However, if you can't, then the same condition applies to you. But lying won't help you, I can read lies like an open book, its how I make a living, dear lady. What do you say? If you like to tease and flirt heavly your surely not scared of a challange, are you? Or, if you have something else in mind that could provide us with entertainment then do speak up. The thrill is the risk, not a given reward, wouldn't you say?
((-Nor am I afraid to flirt, There is no such thing as too much beauty... but you'll still have to show me more. (Itallian)
- But pouring honey into your ears isn't have as interesting as other places it could go. (french)))
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 6:13 pm
His Italian was divine and she guessed that he had no idea with her fascination with the romance languages. If it weren't for her extensive training in the art of seduction (yes, Jack had seen to it that she had been fully prepped for men such as this one) she would have practically melted in his arms. Information was what he wanted? Her interest grew, why would he be curious about her? Once more her thoughts flashed to Damion, but she naively pushed them away doubting that a boy such at him could transform into a male such as this.
Dance? Oh finally a challenge, that was if he was as good as he appeared to claim to be. Sher had mastered just about every dance out there, another one of her training, but she had added her spice to a few of the dances. Being an assassin usually called for a swift kill on the dance floor so this might prove to be a lot more interesting than he could imagine. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "If a dance is what you'd like then let's dance. Your terms are understandable." She got up slowly and placed a hand on the curve of her waist, "Impressionnez-moi." Her french coming out in a daring coo.
||I think the second is either Spanish or Italian but I'm 100% it's not french. I'm currently taking french and I didn't recognize any of it. XD
Btw, "Impress me." I think xD ||
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