Thirst-Day with Lucien

[wasteland_101]

Angel looked around from the upper level of the club. It wasn't her club, but she owed the owner for letting her sleep in a small apartment that was behind the manager's office. So she worked in different positions around the bar when she didn't have another job lined up.

Tonight she was helping security. Just keeping an eye on things until one of the other bouncers came in. It wasn't long before she spotted some all too familiar horns in the crowd. The night just got a lot better. She just had to bide her time.

When her cover came up the stairs she nodded and slipped away. A short while later she emerged from her apartment and headed into the club. She wore a pair of black jeans that looked painted on and a matching black halter top. Nornally she kept the scars on her back and arms covered since she didn't want to deal with all of the questions that came with them. She wanted to do the opposite tonight.

She wanted the attention tonight so she had done something a bit special. She had found some reactive body paint and took the time (and a quick favor from a bartender friend on break) and painted her scars so she would light up when she got down to the main floor and under the black lights.

And light up she did. All of the different scars on her arms were almost like a tiger's stripes and her jeans had different runes and sigils for strength, protection, and endurance. Why did she choose those? She did odd jobs for all sorts. From repair work to bodyguarding to item retrieval and most things in-between but she didn't do torture or outright murder. These were just her go-to protections for any job.

Now to see how long it would take to get the attention of the one she had spotted earlier. For now, she was going to dance until she caught his eye.

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[concentrated_dick]

Oh, Angel caught his eye alright.

Lucien had been between jobs himself, having procured a hefty haul on his last raid with the Tombtakers that is. They were meant to escort a stuffy old Mage to a vault under some decrepit old ruins, what the Mage hadn't counted on, however, was that the structure of said vault wasn't stable enough to withstand all their digging and blasting... Oops~? Anyway, needless to say, his pockets were full of rare goods and danger pay money from the old fool so he felt like splurging tonight.

Cree and the others had left him to it, securing them another job in a few days' time, so Lucien was let loose in the club. He'd already managed to swindle some free drinks and smooth-talked a dealer into giving him a little extra in his pouch of unmentionable narcotics. So all in all, it was a good night.

He'd not been looking for company specifically, that is until those scars lit up like a bunch of Inuit chargers and grabbed the Bloodhunter's attention. At first, he was just casually intrigued by them. After all, his scars didn't look as pretty as those! Frowning curiously as her bait hooked him in, worming his way towards her through the dancing bodies in the club. At first, all he did was dance next to her, possibly circling her a few times, and definitely looking her up and down with those unblinking bloodred eyes of his.

[wasteland_101]

"Finally finished your latest job?" She asked as he got close enough to talk to. It was a bit hard to hear over the music, but she knew how to get her point across. She watched him as he circled her, almost like a shark. She didn't stop moving, keeping up with the beat of the music.

She smirked at Lucien as she met those blood colored eyes. This wasn't the first time that she had ran into the Bloodhunter. They just loved getting on each other's nerves. Things tended to get rather chaotic when both of them were in the same area, let alone the same room. She had even gotten a couple of scars from him. She didn't mind. They were just more added to the ever growing collection she had from her years of odd jobs.

"Wasn't expecting to see you tonight."

[concentrated_dick]

"Well fuck me, if it isn't my good friend Angel~" He said, with all the fakeness he could muster. Smiling one of his award-winning shit-eating grins at her as he circled back around her in turn as they danced. He had to give it to her, she knew how to move alright, and it was very much appreciated. His own movements weren't bad either, that lithe frame of his, the way his tail bent and swayed, yea, he could give you a run for your money on the dance floor any time.

As he watched her move around, Lucien took note of the scars she'd painted up all pretty, noticing a few that he'd given her and smirking wider than before. Oh, so she was proud of them was she? The ones she'd left on him were never spoken about. But that's just his personality, nothing personal.

"As it should be. I show up if and when I want to, to be 'expected' would defy the point in that, now wouldn't it?" He said, as cocky and yet charming as ever. Reaching out with a hand as she spun around him, letting just his fingertips brush her middle in passing.

[wasteland_101]

"Play your cards right, hunter, and I just might," she said as she danced close to him. She always did enjoy pushing his buttons when they met in various places. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt his fingers brush over her middle. Bright blue eyes like clear summer skies met blood red again as she moved right up to him.

"Might even let you put those skilled hands of yours around my throat again," she teased just before moving almost out of his reach. It was going to be a game of cat and mouse tonight, but which one of them was the cat and which one was the mouse? It was constantly changing and it really didn't matter in the end. They both ended up satisfied and with a few new bruises and marks here and there.

[concentrated_dick]

"Hah... Is that how it is?" He smirked, chuckling a little under his breath at her flirtatious comment. Letting her get as close as she wanted, staring her down as they danced, those blood-red, pupilless eyes of his never closing as they seemed to be staring straight through her. It was true, she pushed his buttons alright. Some good ones, some bad, he never knew which it would be until it was too late.

Ah, so ya want my hands around your throat is it? Think I'll pass~ I'm more in the mood for using my tail these days. Frees my hands up of other trouble that way." He said in a playful tone, letting his tail snake up in between her legs as she danced, coiling around her thing at the spaded tip tapped against her rear.

[wasteland_101]

She made a surprised little sound as his tail wrapped around her thigh and tapped at her rather nicely shaped ass. She worked hard to keep in shape between jobs and it showed.

"Not fair, Lucien. I don't have one of those," she said, mock pouting. She was as human as they came. She just might have a few more marks than the average woman but then again, she was far from an average woman.