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 Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 8:42 pm
Despite everything she had told herself all week, Solange showed up to claim Jayme's offer for a VIP seat, just in time to mix in with the influx of patrons trying to weasel their way in. Her entire plan for the evening was to support her friend Jayme, and enjoy herself, something she rarely got the chance to. Cordelia had encouraged it, and honestly, everything checked out.
The part that made her tail sway dangerously behind her, her claws to dig into the sides of her leather pants and for her hackles to raise as she got closer to the door was a certain Aggron that would no doubt be working as well.
That ******** jackass.
She'd been introduced to him by Jayme and from then on she knew she was playing with ice. The first time he'd said something to her, she couldn't remember what, she'd sucker punched him for it. She'd never been so mad in her entire life, and the thought alone fired her up. Still, she always came back.
This time she was dressed in a red tube top, white leather pants, and black heeled boots that ran up to her knees. She'd even curled her hair, which now that she thought about it, was as obvious as the day is long.
She wanted him to see her. To see how hard she'd worked to doll herself up, and tease the s**t out of him without allowing him to be near her.
Revenge would be sweet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 9:44 pm
Jayme had no idea when or if Solange would ever show for his shows, but when she did he was always able to see her since she was up front. It made him smile when he saw her, glad to see he'd made a friend of her after that one date that hadn't worked like either of them had hoped it might.
Urban, talked about her. A lot. Obnoxiously. Obsessively almost. But he could tell his bodyguard liked her, so he let it slide really. It was amusing in a way, at least to Jayme, who was more used to watching Zevian and Ghede interact, than anyone else. So watching this little dance between Urban and Solange was intriguing to him.
Urban, was at his usual post near the stage but out of the way so people could walk, and so he had a fine view of the audience. Where Solange had gone out of her way to doll herself up he was in his usual attire. Those nice tight leather pants, that form fitting shirt that showed off his muscles (and scars). Piercing blue eyes swept the crowd, and as it parted he saw her...and a grin crossed his lips.
"s**t...she looks hot tonight..." the words were muttered under his breath as he watched her coming closer, though for the moment he stayed in the shadows watching. He was working after all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 10:18 pm
She knew he was watching; he always was. It was part of his job to watch out for Jayme, something she tried to do every time she came, but she knew that he would find her. It was only a matter of waiting, and using the right bait to draw him out.
In fact, just to get under his skin, Solange purposefully avoided looking in the spots she knew he would be. The Houndoom ran a clawed hand through her curled hair, and shook them out, allowing it to fan out around her, feeling stupid as hell.
Cordelia thought it was a good move, but Solange wasn't so sure. She didn't see what was so wrong just walking up to the jerk, telling him what she really thought of him, and then running her hands up those scarred arms - Solange flushed, and took a deep breath. Okay, this was...this was going to get really ugly, really quick.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 10:37 pm
Of course he was watching. Keeping customers away from Jayme, keeping the kid safe from harm. Away from that slime Reese. Oh was he ever counting down the days till they got the hell out of this dump and the kid had a job elsewhere. He'd go along to watch the teen that he saw more as a younger brother than a job.
So of course as she ran her claws through her hair he saw it all, that grim smile broadening some. <******** me running...that hair would look phenomenal in a sweaty mess on my pillows....
The thought was not chased away and instead he let it play out, mentally undressing her with his eyes and he shifted with a low laugh, the din in the room quieting at about that same moment, possibly carrying that dangerous laugh along to her ears. He hoped it did!
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:32 am
Solange smirked. And here she'd started to think he hadn't seen her at all, but that laugh...that laugh was all his. Every aggrivatingly, attractive bit of it.
She slipped back through the audience, her boot heels loud as car bombs in the din of the room, until she saw him. Oh, damn it to - Did he really have to look that good? What a shame that such sour little man was in something ten times yummier.
"So," Solange sidled up next to him, her back to the shadows, still apt on watching the performance and not him. "What's so funny? Or do I even want to know." Unlike Urban's laugh, she made sure her voice was low.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:44 am
That broad grin became more serene, an almost cat that ate the canary sort of smirk as she came to a stand still next to her. Not that he wasted a moment of her coming towards him. Nope, he'd undressed her a dozen different ways in that short distance.
"I'm just imagining you wearing pink panties with an adorable Skitty on the front of them. Or rainbows. Or something equally, hilariously girly and not at all you." yes, he was going for subtle innuendo, to a point.
He shifted a little, pretending it was so he could look at Jayme again though he leaned in, his voice lowered so only she'd hear his breath playing over her cheek. "You're looking fine as ******** tonight. One hot, sexy momma...damn I could just eat you up." no one ever said he was...polite.
Urban leaned back again, that smirk growing as he waited for her inevitable slap. Or more likely her inevitable punch, or kick. His fingers twitched in anticipation.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 10:13 am
That same grin made it's way to Solange's face as well, but for a number of different reasons. While he was undressing her, she was contemplating ways to rip off his claws, or dye his horns a permanent shade of pink.
"Aww, how sweet," She placed her hand on her chest with an overly-dramatic sigh. "Imagining me in your underwear. Can't say that I'm interested, but if you wanted to model them for me..." Oh, the fun she would have, both in taking pictures for black mail and seeing the show.
Why was he getting so...so ******** close?! Did he need to be that close? Seriously? Solange tried her best not to, but a shiver made it's way out, never the less, which just made the determined set in her eyes that much harder.
She wanted to hit in. She wanted to set his crotch on fire, just to see if he'd still be a sexual mess when she got done with him, but that smug little son of a b***h was enjoying this way too much.
Solange wasn't much for holding back, though. She leaned back against a wall, her hands slipping down to her hips with a cocky grin on her face. "A sexy momma who didn't get dolled up for you, so keep your delusions to yourself." Just to make her point, she aimed a kick at his shins.
Play coy, Cordelia said, don't hurt him, Cordelia said, pretend someone else is there with you, Cordelia said. Cordelia was full of s**t.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 10:34 am
"Mine she says. Hah! Babe does it look like I wear underwear with these pants?" he shifted so she could get a good look at his a**, and see there was indeed no lines under those sinfully tight pants. "Though I'm sure I could always borrow a pair from the kid, or Zevian if needed."
His eyes watched her closely as he hands slipped down her body to her hips and he couldn't help licking his lips some. Damn but she was hot. "Mmmm...keep telling yourself you didn't get all dolled up for me. We both know you're a sexy b***h, with a fine a** and you like to come here and show yourself off to me."
The kick was side stepped easily, and he reached out fingers curling around her wrist brushing his lips over the back of her hand before he released her and took a step away one hand reaching out and grabbing a guy by the back of the neck and lifting him up. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I...I just..." "You just what? Thought you were going to go back there and bother Jayme who's due out on stage in a moment to sing for sorry pieces of s**t like you? I don't think so. Now either your happy a** is gonna sit the ******** down and behave, or I'm gonna show you the ********' door. Which is it?" "Sit." "Good boy. Sit there, or else."
He stood there, arms crossed glaring at the human till he sat back down and he stepped back into the shadows glowering, and muttering under his breath. "Stupid mother ******** getting more ballsy by the day...."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:19 am
No, no it most certainly did not. She bit her lip, and tried to look anwhere, but dat a**. Solange had thought leather would be her saving grace this evening, but it was turning out to be her downfall.
Solange growled and stepped off from the wall. "Who gives a s**t if I did or didn't? It's not like you're going to get any." She had enough sense in her head to know she'd rather die than jump into his bed any time soon. Her sensabilities hadn't gone that far downhill...yet. "And another-"
Oh no he didn't. That damn human cut her off. Actually cut her off when she was ready to cut into Urban. Solange didn't even pay any attention to Urban when she crossed over to where the human sat and grabbed the front of his shirt in a tight fist. "The next time you think about getting 'adventurous', I'm going to castrate you. Got it?"
Satisfied, she went back to the shadows and huffed. "No wonder you're such an a**. Every time I come in here I want to beat the s**t out of someone. Granted, it's usually Reese..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:25 am
"Damn shame that. But I can dream....and boy oh boy do I have some good dreams starring you babe." he was grinning again. He swore he saw smoke coming out of her ears at this point. Boy was she fun to tease in his own way.
Though look at him stiffen and straighten up ready to step up if needed as she confronted the human. Who looked like he might've crapped himself at her threat. He looked pale too and sat there meekly, another one of those laughs coming from Urban.
"You tell 'im momma." he relaxed again as she came back towards him, but there went the smile off his face at the mention of Reese. "Mother ******** gonna get his arms ripped off if he tries to touch the kid again." by his tone one could assume it was safer not to ask at the moment what had happened most recently.
"I always want to beat the s**t out of someone. Him, a*****e customers....now beat off.... well that's entirely different." so classy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:02 pm
Solange rolled her eyes on a growl. "Just because it wasn't directed at you, doesn't mean I won't castrate you too." As if she ever would.
She wanted to ask, but knew better. Her jaw tightened, though. While she had yet to meet actually meet Reese, fortunate timing on her part, really, she already wanted to see how flame resistant he was.
Snapped out of her musings, Solange slapped his arm, her ears flipping back in tune with her growl. "Do you EVER think of anything besides sex?" He was just...just so....ugh! She was practically foaming at the mouth. Part of her wanted to snap his spine with her fangs, the other wanted to swoon into his bad boy charms, and that same first half wanted to beat the s**t out of her girlier half. "Hobbies? Past times? Or does your life just revolve around sex, fights, and pissing me off?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:14 pm
"Babe do you really think I'd let you castrate me? Dream on." he chuckled softly, his eyes rolled a little as his blues went back to watching the crowd, watching the stage. Jayme was on and singing now, so Urban stepped a little closer to Solange.
"I play guitar. I own five or six in fact. I like music, which is why I have this job. I figured if I was gonna be watching someone, it might as well be an enjoyable experience. If you can believe it I dance...and I plan the ways I plan on beheading the ******** that might be along the lines of fighting."
How utterly serious he sounded through all of that. One of those rare moments that he wasn't being a loud mouthed, sex obsessed braggart.
"I caught him trying to pick the lock into the kids dressing room and Jayme in there sobbing away. When I got in...well if you look closely at his left cheek you'll notice he's makeup heavy. b*****d slapped him a few times. If it wasn't for the fact Jayme's stuck in a contract for a few more months, we'd be gone."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:28 pm
Solange crossed her arms under her bust and watched Jayme. He was a performing natural; one of those rare talents whose voice could reach down into her very soul. Every performance was a treat for her, and it pained her every time she thought of the hell hole he was working in. Out of everyone here, he was the one who deserved happiness the most.
And to say that she was shocked Urban was actually answering her questions would have been an understatement. "I think...I'd like to hear you play, sometime." She shifted on her feet, unconsciously moving closer to him. "Though, I don't see you as a dancer. That I'd need serious proof for." She smiled; this time an honest to goodness smile, without any aggressiveness or double-intentions clouding it.
"What are you going to do when his contract runs out?" Solange's voice may have been calmer, but there was something in it; a deep seated promise. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Jayme's cheek.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:39 pm
Urban was watching as Jayme sang, a soft smile on his face listening to the kids voice. "You think you got the best of me. Think you had the last laugh Bet you think that everything good is gone..." Good for the kid for taking a stand with the song. "I taught him how to play." which Jayme was doing, he was sitting on a stool playing and singing.
"I'd be happy to play for you sometime. I'm sure the kid would love to see ya after the show. I can take you to his dressing room and give you a small mostly private performance."
Why yes, the swearing was still gone, but the agitation was still clear as he watched Jayme. Or more aptly the shadows behind. At Reese watching from the wings. "I love metal bands, but someone I guarded before the kid loved to dance and taught me. I can prove it some time."
The question had those blues sliding from Jayme to Solange. "I'll get him a better job out of this s**t hole. He can't leave now and expect any of his money. It's the only reason he's still here. Reese would bankrupt him if he tried to leave and he doesn't need that. Even without pay, I'll keep the kid safe. Jayme's like a brother to me. As for Reese..." he gave a dark smile.
"I'll need to make sure Jayme is good and occupied when that day comes, Ghede and I have some plans."
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger. Just me, myself and I. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Stand a little taller...
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 2:05 pm
"Seriously?" Solange clucked and shook her head, her curls bouncing around her horns. Turns out you learn a little something every day. "That's kind of awesome, and I'd really like that. I was going to try to talk to him, anyway." She slipped her hand into her tube top, between her breasts and pulled out a lovely little necklace, on which hung a Teddiursa pendant. "Thought it might perk him up a bit." Just as quickly as she pulled it out, she slipped it back in.
"Go to one of the tourist cities. They're always looking for entertainers, and there will be so many people that Reese won't be able to find you unless he's really looking." She didn't know why, but the thought of them leaving was depressing. Solange wanted Jayme out of here so bad she could taste it, but to have them both gone for good...
"Just don't get caught," Solange warned. "Give that little ******** a run for his money, but don't make me come catch you. I just applied to be a Police trainee, and I really don't want you on my s**t list."
She waited a bit, her feet tapping to the beat of the song as she murmured lyrics under her breath, "...doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone."
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