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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 28, 2012 15:53:13 GMT -5
Vaughn had a craving for some alcohol. But unlike the normal day he didn't just get back from Hunting, but rather teaching at the local University. He hadn't prepared any notes or lessons because of how busy he's been so he had to pull a two hour lecture out of his ass. Luckily his students responded well to it, but it was still a level of stress he didn't want. Like usual, his class is mainly filled up with women. And like usual he always get's suggestive looks, letters, and other attention he doesn't want. He just hoped none of those admiring students had followed him here. For right on he wanted to just be alone with him and his alcohol.
He stepped out of his car and entered the sports bar. Neon lights flashed above the door reading "The Grid Iron." Upon stepping in he exchanged some weird looks with people that went back to their business. Why do people always have to look at who's coming through the door. Vaughn made his way to the counter and ordered for a glass of Whiskey.
Taking a drink , he remembered the taste of pure gasoline sliding down his throat and clearing up his sinuses. Oh well, it was a man's drink. Vaughn chugged the whole thing down before ordering another. He looked around at the televisions to see a football game going on. It was the Chicago Bears versus the Miami Dolphins. Vaughn looked around and saw a man dealing out some money. Getting up from the bar stool and holding his drink he walked over to the man. "I assume you're the one making the deals around here?"
The man gave Vaughn a nod. Taking out his wallet Vaughn pulled out one-hundred dollars. "Put me down for the Bears." He got a few sneers and nasty looks. Noticing only now that a majority of them had Dolphin's gear on. He shrugged and started walking towards a pool table. "Not my fault the Dolphins suck."
A man got up in Logan's face, but he stared him down. The man soon sat back down and grabbed on to his wife or girlfriend that was dressed up like an overweight hooker.She wore a long dolphins jersey with a cut down the front to show off her cleavage. To top if all off she had oily blonde hair, mascara, eye-liner, and fishnet stockings. She eyed Vaughn the entire time but he kept his gaze on the pool table.
He set up the balls and grabbed a pool stick, aligning a shot. He lined the cue-ball up with the others, let back on the stick and shot it forward. Upon doing so the balls scattered all around the table, making one ball into each pocket. There was no one there to play with. So for now he had to practice by himself to pass the time. Vaugn wasn't in the mood to sit back at the bar and drink himself to death. At least now he was moving and doing something more productive.
It was then that he heard the bell on the front door ring as somebody walked in. It was a man, a larger man. He had a group of friends with him. Vaughn shook his head and thought to himself, Some gang. The men ordered drinks and then walked over to the pool table. They wore leather and denim jackets, bandannas, and were covered in tattoos.
They noticed Vaughn and quickened their pace. They reached the table, and Vaughn stood watching, leaning on the pool stick.
"Hey man, this is our table." They said as they placed their drinks on the table and looked over towards him. "Yeah you need to leave now." The bigger man pulled out a switchblade and started walking towards Vaughn with it.
"Are you serious." Vaughn said as he stared at the man with the knife.
They walked closer and the larger man lunged at Vaughn. Stepping to the side and raising the pool stick he smacked the man in the side of the head, raising a leg and kicking another foe coming towards him. Using the stick he smacked another in the head. Another foe kicked towards Vaughn's chest. He used to stick to deflect the blow, and it broke in half. Vaughn tackled the man onto the pool table, grabbing the 8-ball in his hand and hitting the man in the face with it.
Vaughn stood and looked around. The men were unconscious on the ground. He dropped the 8-ball with a loud thud and grabbed his drink. Vaughn walked back towards the bar-stool and took a seat. The bartender looked at him as if he wanted to say something. Vaughn noticed this and exchanged glances. "You can have my football earnings to replace whatever was broken."
The bartender gave him a nod and returned to what he was doing. Vaughn watched the screen as the Bears scored another goal. Vaughn heard the bell on the door ring behind him and someone stepping in. He could only imagine who it might be. Maybe it was more goons looking for a fight. Or perhaps it was someone looking for a cold beer.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 1, 2012 22:23:02 GMT -5
Ring-a-ling -- slam.
If the bell didn't give her entry away, the slam of the old wooden door certainly did. It was rather annoying how almost every single bar had to have a damn bell on the door; though, it was too much to ask to simply just slide in and take a seat at the bar, especially for any female. The eyes of the men, who had already been drinking and were enjoying their conversations, turned from their tables to the door, no doubt examining her as if she was just another piece of ass. Some women got up and went to the bathroom to gossip, some simply hit their man upside the head and began nagging. The brown eyes rolled into the back of her skull as a thin while a thin, pale hand ran through the mess of long, loosely curled blonde hair, as if to tell the jealous females that she had no intention of stealing their male counterparts.
Namahri made her way to an empty seat at the bar, taking a deep breath as she hoisted herself up. A small, sing-song voice ordered for a 1:00 Sunrise. "I'll need to see some ID, babygirl." That would never get old. It didn't matter that the girl could be old enough to be his great-great-grandmother, she still looked twenty years old and still had to prove her age to these people. With a flip of her blonde hair, the deceptively young girl reached into her Louis Vuitton purse and pulled out her wallet, opening it up to her driver's licence. The bartender, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build, nodded and began pulling different bottles of flavorings and alcohols out of their placeholders while she returned her wallet to its rightful place.
"And that's another touchdown for the Bears, ladies and gentlemen! They are on a roll tonight!"
A small groan came from the crowd that remained hovered around a table in the center of the bar near the pool table, obviously Dolphin fans. She didn't particularly care for football herself, but it was an interesting game to watch, and even more interesting thing to watch the reactions of the people who rooted for their favorite teams. It wasn't long before the bartender carefully set her 1:00 Sunrise on a square, white napkin in front of her. She nodded and smiled appreciatively before reaching out and taking a small sip from the thin, black straw. As she drank, she saw a man who wasn't sitting too far away from her out of the corner of her eye. He seemed tired and like he was trying to relax as well, not the type to want any company at the moment. Still, she couldn't help but find him attractive as set her drink back down on the napkin.
"So, you come here often?" Oh, that dreaded line. The gaze from the vampire quickly changed from the man at the bar to the man that was standing right next to her on her other side. He was decent looking, though his breath reeked of Corona and lime. The obvious haze alcohol overshadowed his grey eyes as he leaned against the bar's wooden counter. Namahri shook her head and returned her focus to her drink, as if she found the ice cubes floating around entertaining. "Hey, babe, I'm talking to you. You think you're too good for me?" Was this guy for real? The vampire continued to ignore the man, even as his voice grew in volume and annoyance,"C'mon, baby! You lookin' for a good time? You look like you can be a real naughty girl." It was with that statement that the drunkard moved one of his hands off of the bar's counter and stroked her thigh. His action was only greeted with a nice smack across his face.
"Better run along, little boy, before I get angry; and when I get angry, I don't fuck around," Nami hissed. The threat was completely empty, but it sent the kid back to his table for now, his ego completely and utterly deflated. A sheepish sigh escaped her thin lips as she took yet another sip from her drink, her eyes returning once again to the man down the bar.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 7, 2012 0:53:08 GMT -5
Vaughn popped the tip of the bottle in his mouth and took a large swig before placing the bottle back down and looking over at the woman that had just come to sit a few bar-stools away from him. She wasn't bad looking. But that didn't matter. He wasn't looking for that kind of company.
A squiggly man that smelled of nasty aftershave walked up to the woman. He wasn't paying attention enough to hear what was going on. But by the little he did hear and pick up he knew it wasn't going well in the mans favor. He was about to say something to the man but he didn't need to. The woman spoke up against the man and set him in his place. He finally walked away with a loud scoff. Vaughn took another drink and grinned at the results. Who did this woman think she was? She-Hulk?
Setting the bottle down he looked up at the television screen at the football game. Bears were leading still, and just made another score. He would feel the tension from the men behind him who knew they were probably going to lose Vaughn's bet. It had to have been the easiest 200 dollars he would ever make.
The sports bar itself was dark, kind of dusty and reeked of booze and smoke. Right then Vaughn was in the mood for some food. The football game ended and he looked behind him towards the gamblers. They were already counting his winnings. Vaughn finished his drink, got up and walked over to them. Without any word they handed him his money and he went to the door. He pulled it open but then stopped and looked behind him towards the woman who was still sitting at the bar. He walked over towards her and pulled a bar-stool outwards. He took a sit and grabbed his hands together.
"Some guys can't take a hint" He said with a bit of a smirk as he realized the irony of the situation. She probably already thought the same about him, he thought.
"Look, I don't know about you. But this place is full of bigoted schmucks. You want to go get a hotdog or something with me?" Hotdogs? He didn't know why that was his ideal food at the moment. But he didn't really care. Vaughn was hungry, there was no doubt about that. He could feel the grumblings of his stomach closing in on him. It was only a matter of time before his stomach would rumble and shake awkwardly.
"Or you could stay here. Your choice." Vaughn got up and headed towards the door. Completely unaware if the woman would follow or not.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 7, 2012 11:47:26 GMT -5
Namahri sighed and brushed a bit of hair out of her face before taking another small sip from her drink. Men always thought of themselves as the dominate sex, which could be said for some in certain relationships and situations -- but this wasn't one of those. When it boiled to it, she was would be the one in charge, especially over some arrogant ass in the bar. No man would be walking over the vampire. Not in their lifetime, at least.
The vampire took another sip of her drink, the football game becoming background noise while she sat on the cushioned stool, deep in her thoughts. The young woman thought about it briefly -- by it being relationships. One memory of that night was still rather fresh and vivid in her mind, the sound of screaming passengers as they froze to death in the water. She still could remember feeling the piercing pain of the bite, just before she and Jasper fell into the freezing Atlantic. Just that sent small shivers up her delicate spine. As much as she still loved Jasper, she may never know if he was alive or not. That was a mystery that remained unsolved from the night the Titanic sank. Perhaps if the right man came along, they could win over her broken heart.
Speaking of men, the man at the other end of the bar stood up and began to leave, collecting his winnings on the way out. The glossy hazel eyes followed him before dispatching from his person, returning to watching the ice float in her drink. Damn, she thought,He was good looking, too. Whatever. It was just as her brain began criticizing her for not speaking up or making a move, the man returned to the bar, sitting down on the stool next to her.
"Some guys just can't take a hint," was he reading or mind or something? Did he just have the instinct to come back and talk to her? Did he even know she had been looking at him? Oh, God! Did he catch her staring at his butt?!"Look, I don't know about you. But this place is full of bigoted schmucks. You want to go get a hotdog or something with me?" A small smile ebbed at the lips, her voice silky smooth as she replied,"You seem like my kind of shmuck. Sure -- why not? I've got nothing else to do."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 17, 2012 3:21:11 GMT -5
The darkened streets were lonely and smug. But the night was still young. Luckily food stands and restaurants were close by. Vaughn walked alongside the woman in the cold, dark city streets with his hands in his jacket pocket. Cars filled with college kids would occasionally drive by blasting music. He hoped they wouldn't recognize him. Last thing he needed was more idiots driving by shouting 'PROFESSOR LOGAN, WOOOOHHHHH' On too many occasions he had been flashed breasts and asses as well--From both sexes.
"So you live around here?" he said as they walked down the streets. He could smell the fragrance of probably a nearby McDonalds or something. Vaughn used to enjoy McDonalds when he was a kid, but his father had taken him and his brother there so much (probably because he wasn't much of a chef) that he had lost all taste and interest in the place.
"You hungry?" he said as they turned a corner to a bunch of flashing lights and food logos. "Anything sound good to you?"
He wasn't sure what to expect with this woman. But with the day he was having he wanted some company and maybe even a drinking buddy to make the night smoother and more enjoyable.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 17, 2012 22:21:52 GMT -5
"I live in an apartment nearby the library, actually. I love books so it makes for a nice place to stay."
The woman walked next to this man, her newly found companion for the night, as neon lights and overly-illuminated signs glowed against the darkened sky. Scents from the differing restaurants filled the air, gently teasing and tantalizing her taste buds, their savoir aromas causing her mouth to water. She was quite hungry, but the thirst began to gnaw and creep back into the center of her ever changing thoughts. It was almost suddenly that she desired something chewy, something meaty -- something bloody. Steak was the only real thing that would perhaps tide her thirst until she was out of this man's company.
"How about the Outback over there? I could really go for some red meat right about now -- I'm anemic." It was a white lie that the vampire told many humans that had caught her at a rather unattractive time. In her earlier days, she was not quite use to -- not necessarily suppressing -- controlling her behavior, nor her stark mad desires to just feast upon the sweet, honey-like blood of the race she once had been a part of. Though, through time, she managed to learn and find ways to manage until she could find proper dining, per say. This was one of them.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 18, 2012 0:36:07 GMT -5
"Oh yes the library, I've been there a few times." Vaughn said as he gave her a slight smile and continued to walk down the littered path.
In the distance he could faintly smell the different aromas from the nearby dining facilities. It only made the urge in his stomach stronger. He needed some hearty food. After a moment of mindless walking and not knowing which place she would prefer she finally pointed out the Outback in the distance.
It was only a few blocks away, Vaughn didn't mind. "They make good cake" he said suddenly as they crossed a street, passing through the bright headlight beams lighting up the otherwise unseen path.
It could have been the alcohol he drank or maybe he frankly didn't care, but he didn't mind if this girl was supernatural or not. He just wanted to let loose for a night. Even though in the back of his mind a voice called out, 'think twice dumbass'.
As soon as they stepped in the miscellaneous smells of food filled the air and into Vaughns nostrils. For a moment, he was in heaven. As they approached the front the waitress looked at both of them and gave a friendly hello.
"Just the two of you?" She asked.
"Yep" Vaughn said as he looked around almost absent-minded. He spotted a sign that read 'free-cake for anniversary's' . "It's our anniversary" Vaughn said as he gave the woman a shoulder hug and provided a fake-smile to the waitress.
She looked at them both almost in disbelief but then gave a smile. "Okay then, right this way" she said as she led them to their tables.
It was the perfect plan.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 18, 2012 15:11:18 GMT -5
The woman smiled and nodded her head as they crossed the street. There was nothing more delicious than good cake. Okay, so there were a hundred and one things more delicious than good cake, but cake was more attainable and less costly. As the two entered the Outback, they were greeted with the typical bubbly hostess who was all too eager to seat them. She was ungodly thin, even for the vampire's own time, and incredibly plain looking. Dishwater blonde hair with mucky blue eyes. Yeah, definitely cookie-cutter hostess.
"Just the two of you?
"Yep."
It startled Namahri when this stranger, a man she had met only moments ago at The Grid Iron, put his around her shoulders and gave her a bit of a squeeze. Anniversary? She was just about to ask him if he had lost his mind, but saw the sign above the bar with the words "free cake" and "anniversary" on it. This guy was seriously lying for cake? The whole situation itself was laughable, but the girl went along with it, smiling politely at the woman about to seat them,"Yeah. It's our first!"
With a feigned bashful, "cloud-nine" glow about her, Namahri followed the hostess to the booth in the back of the restaurant with her "husband", moving his hand down to hers. Playing the part. Their seat was discreet and fairly concealed from the combination of low-lighting and being in the corner. Perfect. She wasn't sure about this guy, but she absolutely loathed sitting in the middle of an establishment. It didn't matter how engrossed in their conversations everyone else was -- she still felt like they were watching her.
The hostess stopped and motioned her hand to the booth, allowing the "couple" to slid into their seat. Namahri slipped in, the quick release of air as she sat coming from the puffy leather seat. Smiling, the hostess began setting down their menus, rattling off her usual nonsense,"Your server will be with you shortly!"
It was when their guide had left that the vampire looked at the man and raised an eyebrow in a rather playful, but inquisitive manner,"So, my husband, are you paying for dinner tonight, or are we going Dutch?" She laughed briefly as her brown orbs gazed on with a warmth about them,"Well, here we are. The two off us, pretending to be out on our anniversary, and yet we don't even know the other's name. Seems a bit ironic to me. So, I guess I'm going to ask first -- what's your name, doll?"
The night was just getting started.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 19, 2012 17:07:56 GMT -5
The booths were comfy enough, especially after the seat flattened and the air slowly left the cushion (which was an awkward moment for Vaughn to say the least). As the woman left he looked over to the woman across the booth from him who was sporting a grin in his direction.
"What? I didn't want to pay money for a cake. I saw an opportunity and I took it." It didn't last long before Vaughn couldn't keep a straight face and he let out a laugh.
"Well I did ask you to get a bite with me, so I guess that means I'm paying."
At that he lifted up the menu and scanned over it quickly, looking for anything that popped out at him. He didn't mind the Outback, they had good food. But a part of him just wanted a big, juicy burger. Then he could flush it down with some sort of alcohol and a hunk of cake. This night would end well.
"You can call me Logan", Vaughn said as he extended a hand across the table to meet hers.
"So what is it you do for a living, 'dear' " he said with a playful smirk as he looked around. No one could probably hear their conversation but he didn't care. He figured to be safe he'd continue to play the part.
Vaughn looked around some more impatiently as he tried to spot their waittress to take their orders. He could feel the hunger growing in him which made the time sitting and wasting more unbearable, even if he did have an attractive woman sitting across from him.
"I hope I didn't disturb any plans you had at the Grid Iron. Were you meeting up with someone there?"
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 19, 2012 17:53:23 GMT -5
"Well, okay, then," the woman giggled. She, too, began scanning the menu for something that would satisfy not only her appetite, but her hunger as well. The steak she had thought about before still sounded rather delectable and would more than tide her over for the night.
Namahri looked up from her menu as he introduced himself. Logan. It was nice, strong name for a man and it fit him well. He definitely looked like the strong type. Undoubtedly his line of work required him to be in tip-top shape, whatever it was that he did. With a smile, the vampire extended her own hand and politely grasped it,"Namahri. Nice to meet you, Logan."
Oh, now came the make-or-break question. What do you do for a living? She couldn't help but think the question ironic. Still, she politely began to answer his question,"I work down at the Moonlight Maze as a dancer. I'm sure I'll go deaf in ten years, but it pays well." While this wasn't a complete lie, she couldn't simply come out and say she worked for Life Line. She never knew who was listening. The brown eyes remained casually locked upon his face, admiring his features as she continued on,"What about you? Surely it's something that requires excellent physical fitness, yes?"
The vampire then reached for the alcoholic beverages menu, needing something with a little more flavor than water or soda. "Oh! No. No, I was there alone. If anything, you gave me something to do tonight."
It was just as she finished the last word did the waitress come to their table and asked if they were ready. Namahri nodded and began, ordering herself a margarita and a steak cooked rare.
"Soup or salad?"
"Salad -- Caesar, please. "
"Side?"
"Baked potato, please."
"Okay, and for you, sir?"
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