It was pushing midnight, the bar was slowly emptying, and Jamil didn't feel like going home. It was her night to play, and she hadn't bothered inviting her twin, Juniper. He was too busy playing with his boy toy (which was the only reason she was alone tonight), and Jamil hadn't felt like harrassing her girlfriend tonight. Kenna had seemed a little ill, and it was probably wise to let her rest it off.

Faintly glowing eyes scanned the bar, picking out some interesting looking people here and there. There were some that caught her attention more than others, and some even in a different way than how she usually looked at people. Was tonight a night for hunting or fun? Well, why not both...? She shook her head, muttering to herself. She wanted to hunt, but she'd promised her beloved Kenna that she wouldn't do so without Juniper, and Jamil hated breaking promises.

For now, she remained off in her corner, finishing off another drink and waiting to see if she would be solicited for some after hours fun.

To say Cade was blitzed, you’d be off by about three full bottles of hard liquor. A drinking game with his detestable friends had left him in his current state, half slumped over the far corner of the bar with bleary eyes lazily tracking the ladies still milling about. Cue the “Player”, his royal hinny slipping off his stool, feet a shambling mess until he shouldered the aforementioned stool, jarring a burped giggle from him and raining his discarded sword on top of him. Good thing it was in the sheathe. Luckily, Cade couldn’t be bothered. He just eyed the blade like it had just sassed him up and he was the better man to just walk away.

Walking wasn’t happening well though, more a shambling ooze. An ooze so pronounced he stumbled over a trailing end of his cape and flopped into a, thankfully empty, booth seat. A short eternity of struggle later, punctuated by a few very choice swears and manic giggles Cade resurfaced, disheveled but flashing a drunken grin.

To his surprise low and behold a lovely dark lady sat opposite him, eyes entrancing with their faint glow in the dimly lit dive. Bingo. Cade tried for composure. He got a bit of a tilt to the left and a paw braced on the table. “Evening,” he started, voice slurred and unfamiliar to even his own booze addled ears, “need some company? A lady drinkin’ alone so late is-s a sad sight.”

Jamil had continued her search for a night partner, and was rather amused by the bumbling idiot tripping over his own feet. This male clearly couldn't handle his liquor like she could. After about five, maybe seven, she'd lost count, she was still in the first stages of drunkenness. One of the perks of not being entirely... Organic? Yes, that seemed to be the word. Hollow, even. She giggled aloud at the thought. Hollow, and it had, ironically, been the name of one of her mothers. Her mama, Jinx, must have a strong sense of irony if she had realized this fact sooner.

Her attention returned to the male that couldn't seem to figure out exactly how floors and feet worked, nor did he seem to realize the various obstacles in his path; he didn't even seem to notice then when he had run into them and fallen over again.

At last, the male had wandered over to her, speaking to her as if he were trying to sound smooth. To her, he just sounded like an idiot. But that was nothing new. She thought all men outside of her family (excluding a certain older half-brother she never sees) were idiots. Jamil's eyes narrowed in thought as she watched the male struggle to stay upright and she giggled at him. "I did come with some friends," which was a lie. Jamil didn't exactly have friends, nor was she bothered by this. "But it seems like they left." She inclined her head slightly, peering up at him. "You're welcome to keep me company if you like."

“Don’t see’em anywhere,” Cade interjected, still going for smooth and getting shaky-and-half-collapsed. “Where’d they go? Can’t leave a lady alone in’a corner,” he slurred, unintentionally following up with a sad cow look. “S’a right shame!”

At this point, Cade was 100% drunkenly assured in the most stereotypical male fashion that he’d be taking the blurry outline of a lady out for a good time. Seriously, he was just oozing charm and appeal. Or so his addled brain thought, in reality it was far more likely he’d be scruffed by a bouncer and tossed out.

Okay, time to rally. With will power beyond which he was currently capable of, Cade lifted himself into a proper sitting position. “I’ll definitely keep ya comp-pany,” he started, a toothy grin coloring his words, “n’ that includes outside the bar too.” Insert the complicated skill of seductive eyebrow wiggle, somehow the cheesy move was pulled off. Cade, such a lucky boy, he didn’t screw that up. What he did screw up was his balance when he tried to lean casually to the side. Instead, flopping sideways into the booth wall. Nope, still smooth, totally smooth. He only crashed, he thought, maybes sort of relaxing into it would make it seem natural.

Jamil giggled, covering her mouth a bit. "They got tired of partying and went home, I guess... They've been gone for about an hour now." Well, if nothing else, this idiot would prove entertaining until he either passed out on the floor or actually did take her home and were to pass out there. Either way, she would get some amusement. Even if she happened to kill him the next day.

She paused then, her smile fading for a moment. She couldn't kill him. She'd promised Kenna that she wouldn't kill someone without Juniper. Jamil shook her head, her ears laying back a bit and the tip of her tail twitching. Her attention returned to the male in time to see him 'smoothly' tumble into the wall.

Another smile, this one at his offer of insinuation hidden behind the word 'company'. "Company..." She mused to herself, relaxing in her seat. "I think I need a couple more drinks before I'm ready for company, my friend." She could probably even trick him into picking up her tab, that would be helpful, yes. "So, what's your name?"

“Caderyn…A-arshavir,” he supplied genially, grinning in the all too familiar drunken manner. “Just you’re luck too, I’m a Prince!” He added with a complicated eyebrow waggle, “but seriously, Imma prince, n’ I’ll get’cha all the drinks ya want.” Cade finished by another undulating sway, his wardrobe nearly imperceptibly clinking as he managed to settle into a stable sitting position.

“S’what’s discerning lady want for a top off,” he inquired. But not waiting for a reply, he was already shouting for the single, lone server left to help the barkeep with the far booths.

Jamil giggled at the male. "A prince, hmm? Well, I've never met a prince before..." Finally, Jamil leaned closer to the male, feigning at least some interest in him. He offered her a drink, which meant this encounter was going exactly how she'd been hoping.

She pondered her next drink, and settled on a margarita, mentioning it to the prince. "Caderyn. That's a nice name.... Mine is Jamil Jackripper-Hollow..."

A margarita, lame! He thought, luckily to himself as he issued an obnoxiously loud order to the poor server he was nearly leaning on, breath a boozy fog in her face. “Jamil,” he started, going cross-eyed at the dark lady across from him, “that’s a dude name isn’t it?” This time his brain didn’t feel up to censoring his thoughts. “Pretty though,” he commiserated, starting to lean heavily on the table.

Now the three liters of hard alcohol was starting to finally kick into the droopy tired stage, just the beginnings though. Cade was slumping, but still grinning at Jamil, he could still bring this one home. Lady’s man he mistaken believed himself to be wouldn’t let his pride remain intact if he didn’t manage to bring pretty Jamil along to a nice swanky hotel room.

Jamil felt a little sorry for the server and she felt the urge to murder spike briefly, but she managed to regain control quickly enough. At the comment to her name, she nodded. "My mama liked that name, she said it means 'beautiful', so that's why she named me that. My twin's name is Juniper, which is a bit girly, but my mama has an interesting sense of humor, it seems."

Her own buzz was finally kicking in and she leaned across the table to be closer to this male. She was almost ready to leave, and she honestly hoped that Cade would suggest it after their next drinks.

Ah hah! Cade could feel it, like assured stench of the guy currently half hanging over the back of his booth seat. While Jamil sipped her foofy drink, the subtle s**t of winning out a bed partner for the night wafted in Cade’s direction. “So, how about that company?” He offered again, breaking the companionable silence that followed his winding down. “I got plenty to supply,” he beckoned in an obviously placed innuendo, “great place, they put chocolates on the pillows and everything.”

This time, his smile crinkled his nose into something genuine. Come on Cade, use those charming features. Concoct that plan even in a drunken stupor. “I’ll get some refreshments to go and everything.”

Jamil hummed to herself admist her drinking and she looked over at Cade as he spoke. Yes, that was the offer she was waiting for, what she'd been putting up with this whole time. With a sigh, she sat her drink aside and stood up, careful to stand slowly on her now wobbly legs. "M'sure~ But I don't need any other drink... I think I'm good now~"

The kirin sauntered away, towards the door, trailing her tail beneath the prince's chin, a tempting gesture. She looked over her shoulder, her expression as sultry as she could manage without giggling and she smiled teasingly at him as she moved to leave. "You coming~?"