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[rayna3]

It was a brilliant night in California. The thin sliver of moon that haunting the sky, replacing the sun, but not the vitality of the city. The place was buzzing with activity, rich young single men and women alike all in search of what could be termed as “Cali-booty”. Somewhat disillusioned to the shallow end of it, Kaito had ventured from the steps of his three story walk up apartment just to mingle with the pedestrian souls. It took effort to mix and churn himself into the raw social situations that nearly pressed him over the edge of sanity. So many conversations, good and bad, swirling through the sound waves often induced a retreat. However, the suave Asian had decided that this evening would be filled with magic. Perhaps not the magic that Disney features on the silver screen, but the decision would bring good fortune on his efforts. From humble beginnings, the lavish tastes and obvious gluttony of some never ceased to amaze the young werewolf, his lean built frame an acquired state from both sparse food and careful training. Observing the sometimes too curvy frames occasionally made him fight back a biting nausea. Snobbish? No that was not the correct label, Kait understood better than most the stresses of reality.

What got to him was the lack of control and of discipline, or perhaps the lack of a will to keep one’s self at a certain weight or state of being. Naturally there had to be a good state of mind but then again that was not really any of his business. Somehow it didn’t matter. The ebony gaze of the hybrid crept reticently over the pickings, disinterest flaring in the clearly intoxicated beings that littered the radius. They were truly just that – junk that wasted the space of the establishment, if only they weren’t the highest paying clientele. On the upside, Kai mused that people made much better conversation when their imaginations were permitted to wander and not caged by the constraints of political correctness. It was lucky for them, he found, that his judgment didn’t hinge on how much sense they made but on how interesting they were. Kait wanted something to peak his intrigue, a change from the monotonous forlorn crowds of the everyday jaunt. Loitering on the sidewalk nearest the evidently “popping” club, a faint smirk soothed the otherwise indistinct appearance of his features. Even the faintest hint of expression seemed to illuminate the handsomely chiseled features, making him appear both younger and more vital.

The habitual countenance was a serious one, a worldly one that denoted someone who knew far more of the world than he would have wished to. Gripping the pole that held the entry “rope” across, he shifted it enough to slip in seemingly unnoticed save for the spectator here and there who scowled but said nothing. Nearly auburn locks were tussled by the strength of the air conditioning vents positioned aloft the threshold. Kaito mused that this must give whomever entered a nearly mystical look – their hair blown back as well as their skirts (in the case of the women). Chuckling to himself at how strategic they were, he shook his head in a dismissive fashion. Idealistic people were in such short supply unless of course one stoops to a very shallow depth. It would seem, though, that Kait would be the only one needing to stoop. Seating himself at a stool at the bar, he propped his elbows on the smooth well kept surface and ordered a screwdriver, the sound of Vodka and Orange juice seeming both refreshing and liberating all at once. It wasn’t often that the werewolf let loose in such a way, but every now and then the situation called for a treating of himself to such things. It was one of those nights…now where was the magic?

[mikaela]

Nights in California, at a club? Now that was something to talk about. The moon was up, the sun was gone. But inside the club that Mikaela was at, it was never endless. No one would really stop dancing, or drinking, or even partying. The club's music was raving. But Mikaela had to have some fun, Right? Heading over to the bar, she ordered 4 martini's. She'd drink them by herself. She wanted to be drunk, but not drunk, drunk. The mix of Sour plum juice, and Choya Umeshu, made Mikaela smile. Sitting on a stool, she passed the bartender 30 bucks. Guzzling down her first drink, she took her second one, and eased down on it. The next thing she didn't want was to throw up.

There was a man at the bar, about 3 stools down. Short auburn looking hair. Not bad looking about all, he seemed to be in his twenty's. Looking back to her martini's, she was about to take up her third one. Until some girl, came and slapped Mikaela. She kept saying that Mikaela was all over her boyfriend and what not. When Mikaela came to the club, by herself. Infuriated, Mikaela was going to do what was best. She was going to fight back.

She took her to the dance floor and swung her onto the ground. Mikaela wasn't really a fighter, but the girl pissed her off. Not to mention while they were both drunk, Mikaela must have more advantage, she's a good fighter, while drunk. Drowning Pool - Let the bodies hit the floor, was just starting to be played. Good drinks, good music, fighting? That sure is one hell of a way, to spend a night. The girl had punched Mikaela in the face, blocking off the enemy's punches. Mikaela got in a few rib shots, and 2 uppercuts. That was until security came, the girl got to stay inside, and Mikaela was outside, she was tackled into an alleyway.

"Hey pretty lady, want to come dance on me? It will feel good." The security guard said to her.

"What the hell, no! Now get off me!" She slapped him across the face real hard.

"You stupid bitch!, I thought we had something for each other." He yelled at her.

"What the? I don't even know you!"

She kneed him in the balls, and watched him roll off of her, running back into the club, she began to cry. Heading right back to the bar, she grabbed her purse. Heading out of the club, she slumped her back against the wall, and pushed her hair back.

[rayna3]

In a city such as this, one hardly expects the night to transpire without a little bit of ruckus. In fact, Kait was fairly certain the celebrities would not allow such a freakish evening to continue - they would shut down everything just to rescript and make certain drama found it's way to Kaliforn-eye-a. Otherwise people would simply stop coming, if they wanted boring they could go to Miami. Assumedly, that was where they could also get eatten by giant man eating sharks. See, to Kai that sounded endlessly entertaining, he had nothing better to do than to watch some screaming guy get bitten in half...frankly he doubted anyone had anything better to honestly do than that. Of course that didn't mean he wasn't still waiting for tonight's entertainment. She didn't take long though. Seating herself a few chairs down, the commanding fashion to which she summoned the bustling bartender coaxed an amused look to glitter in the quiet soul's gaze. At least she was assertive.

Observing with an unabashed stare as she down first one and then another martini, a brow ascended at her vigor. Was she in a hurry or what? Have a difficult night to come with family or something? It wouldn't surprise him. Hell, if he had to spend a minute with his family he'd be plugged into a keg. He mused, though, that this was probably just an attempt at entertainment on her part, much less than coping. The arrival of yet another lady, clearly already intoxicated coaxed a brow to ascend. And just as her palm flew, his jaw hung slack - unable to believe what had begun to come into play. What the crap?! As the first girl, the one with the ebony hair charged in after the offending paramore, Kaito couldn't help but stare. Really now, what was the issue? Over some boy? An appropriate song roared in the ambiance as well as a strobe light, making certain that each and every move that either made was plain and clear.

As all things do though, the scene game to an abrupt end when a bouncer stepped in and dragged the black haired girl out. Well that's not right. He mused, before turning back around and continuing to tend his drink. The reappearance of her came as a surprise but it was not her presence that caught his attention but the state she was in. A single statement flashed in his mind, loud and clear. Whose ass am I kicking? That was simply the way of the mongrel - women were off limits. Some low life had obviously made a fair pass at her. Tossing a few bills on the counter, he slid off his stool and at a quiet and lazy pace he trailed after her - unworried about losing the target. The sweet alluring scent of her perfume would take care of seeing to it he found her.

You wouldn't want to play hide and seek with Kaito Raiden. You'd lose, undoubtedly and he wouldn't be sorry for cheating. Rounding a corner just in time to catch sight of her slumped figure he neared her and stood off to the side, quietly at first before speaking in an equally soft tone. "Hey, don't cry. It's over now. It wasn't, Hai! My name's KAIT!, he had skipped the formalities and cut to the chase - her well being. Otherwise he wouldn't have followed. Call him crazy, but Kait didn't enjoy watching other's suffer. In fact it pissed him off. He didn't like tears. They were annoying. As was the sound of crying. It gave him a headache and wore on his patience. Insensitive? Yes, yes he was. And yet far too charming to write off, anyway. "Crying doesn't help." He tried again, his voice slightly gruff but ginger regardless of the pain that already welled in his temples.

Going out tonight? Mistake.

[mikaela]

Looking up, Mikaela saw him. It was the guy with the auburn hair, she couldn't really see his face, but rubbing her eyes, she knew for a fact he was Japanese.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit upset, but glad to see someone actually came to see if I was okay."

She smiled at him, and glared at him a little bit with her warm hazel eyes.

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Glancing around, she pushed her back up the wall, and stretched. "Maybe it isn't very smart, to come to clubs by myself anymore..." Raising her arm, with the purse in it. She looked inside it, to make sure everything was there. Everything was there.

"So what brings you to a club like this?"

She looked from at the inside of her purse, to him again.

"Something is different about him, but I like it..."

Looking around for her car, she found her Black Jetta, just waiting for her, to be inside. But Mikaela wasn't going to go get inside her car yet. She wanted to see what the man would say. She craved for food, better yet. Sushi, man how she loved sushi. She'd die, if their wasn't sushi in the world. Maybe she would cruise around, and try to find a sushi shop?

She used her fingers, to brush through her hair, reaching into her purse, Mikaela pulled out Black Crocheted Flower hat. Something she wore, to keep her hair looking good. She could still hear the music, it was booming out of the club. She was disgusted with herself, and what happened tonight. Whenever she'd go home, she'd be sure to take a warm bubble bath. Thinking of that, she took a piece of her hair, and began to twist it. Looking back to the auburn haired guy, she smiled once more at him. Something really was different about him. Reaching in her purse once more, she pulled out her glasses. She didn't wear them much, but she wore them for fashion...

[rayna3]

Staring reticently down at the chagrined damsel, Kaito could not help but feel irritation boil in his gut. What right had she to be upset? What did she know of pain? He highly doubted she knew even the slightest of what injustice was. As her glassy stare meekly presented itself a brow ascended, watching her attempt to bat away the remnants of her slobbering mess. Unfortunately the werewolf was a bit insensitive when it came to tearful women…or tearful anyone. A sad and awful truth and one of his various flaws. ”We naturally worry that way.” He murmured thoughtlessly, pristine oculi flitting off to the side to observe the passersby in a brief contemplative action. Come to think of it, Kai had no idea why he had bothered with her. He wasn’t the sort to play any game of cat and mouse, or chase tail.

Turning his attention back to her as sudden motion caught his eye, she was looking for something. What brought him to a club like this…Quick think of something average. That was far easier than he would expect. ”On the rare, we wander out and mingle with the commoners.” It was a soft, coy reply, that strange dialect he used quite obvious if she was listening closely. That was twice he had referred to his person as “we”. And the conversation had just started. Who knows what he would say next? Kait was not insane, but felt more comfortable projecting the focus onto someone other than himself or acting as though he was not himself – speaking of himself in third person accomplished this. It was a tactic not strictly psychotic but for the damaged as well.

Grammar caters to all, you see. Observing as she scouted out the exact location of her vehicle, he trailed if a little reluctantly. It was time for her to go, was it? There was no rule that said Kai couldn’t ask her to stay, but he wouldn’t. The werewolf was slightly arrogant, and admitting his was curious would be a blow to his pride that simply wouldn’t do. Watching her pull out her various accessories coaxed a soft laugh which he was immediately sorry for. The apologetic expression he offered was quiet and almost meek but he did not verbally say he was sorry. No if it wasn’t plain that he was she really wasn’t as interesting as he thought. Kaito wasn’t interested in anyone stupid, having to spell out his every action was tiresome and that would be a crap venture anyway.

What he was curious about was why she had been out roaming around and seemingly looking to wash away something – pain, stress, memories…whatever the case may be and ended up in a brawl. A pitiful excuse for one, granted, but it was a small altercation. It was curious how few spectators there had been, as if California was used to such things. Somehow, Kait wasn’t surprised at the idea. Most people here were snobs or trash or both, and they were all filled with that grieving narcissism that made themselves the center of the universe. Ah well. It’s a small town after all, but only because of the egos.

[mikaela]

"Well I came to dance, and some bitch flipped out of me. If you saw what happened in there..."

There really was something different about him. But she didn't suspect he'd even like her one bit. Even if they had just met. Mikaela guessed that he didn't even look interested in her. Not At All. "I better go..., it's getting a bit late, I have classes in the morning..." Mika thought to herself. Sighing, she looked in her purse once more, and pulled out her keys. Pressing the unlock button, she stepped forward. "Well I better go, I can't stay out too late.." She looked at him, than to her car.

Looking both ways, she crossed the street, her sandals clicked softly on the ground. Opening her car door, she slipped inside, and sat in her leather seat. Dropping her purse in the passenger's seat, and looking over to close her car door. Inserting the key, in the ignition, her car revved to life. Lights on, Windows being automatically rolled down, mirrors check. Looking in her rear-view mirror, she pulled on the control shift, and stopped on R. Pulling out slowly, making sure she wasn't to hit any cars. Or any incoming cars. Licking her lips lightly, they were a bit chapped. She looked once more behind and than forward, for any incoming cars. None, were their. Using the control shift again, she placed it back in it's D spot. Beginning to drive off, "Shit... Wait he might need a ride" Pulling back in reverse, she stopped at the club's entrance.

"Hey! Not to sound all creepy, but do you need a ride home? Is there somewhere I can drop you off?" Mika almost yelled out of her car.

Lightly, Mikaela tapped her fingers on her steering wheel. Looking up she turned on a mini-light in her car, looking in purse, to find her medicine.

[rayna3]

The stuttered response that Kait received almost made the werewolf feel sympathy for the clearly distraught girl, and yet he could not coax any such emotion. It was not within him to feel poorly for someone who knew nothing of pain or hunger or rejection…one night did not constitute a breakdown. Shrug it off, and move on. She would be far happier if she had that capacity. Deep, clear mocha oculi stared back down at her as her voice trailed, unaware that this practice could be considered awkward. Kaito was an intense individual, and rarely could be caught with a blank mind. She certainly did fidget a lot – constantly digging through her purse and moving. Her explanation only induced a shrug, though he observed her progress. Again for her benefit.

If further altercation was found in the parking lot he would be surprised and amused, but would not want her to go without aid. Folding his appendages, a disgusted sneer announced itself as a clearly intoxicated woman stumbled towards him and fell on his arm. She made a sort of giggling noise that ended with a painful snort. Kait stepped away just in time for her to litter the sidewalk with the contents of her stomach. Making a face that mimicked that of a child whose just seen a dog use the restroom, Kaito turned away, his eyes watering with the putrid stench of it.

It seemed though the drunken idiot had something to say to him, crawling to him, she wrapped her too-thin arms around his ankle and laughed stupidly. Snarling, he bent, articulations fastening on her boney shoulders as he picked her up and leant her against the wall like one would an inanimate object. Pulling out his cellular phone, he called a cab in a short exasperated tone with every intention of shoving the foolish girl in it and letting the cab driver handle it. After murmuring the address, he rubbed his temples and turned to the still giggling woman. ”Where do you live?” Why don’t I show you? Oculi rolled and he smirked slowly. ”Oh baby you can show me, but I gotta know what to tell the cab driver.”

With that she quickly divulged the information. When the driver arrived some two minutes later he ushered her in and shut the door quickly. Murmured the address towards the driver and tossing in a fifty, he turned and dismissed him like some sort of employee. He was surprised then, as Mikaela showed back up, the drawl of the club music nearly drowning out the pure noise of her voice. Though he would not be letting her drive him home, he would certainly take advantage of the offered company. And there she went – fumbling in her purse once again. ”Well my house is a ways, but if you’d like to go somewhere and grab coffee I’ll buy.” He ventured lazily, leaning in her car window with a faint mischievous look glittering in his shadowed stare.

[mikaela]

”Well my house is a ways, but if you’d like to go somewhere and grab coffee I’ll buy.” She watched as he leaned against her window. Looking to him, she reached in the back of her car, there was a water case in it. Grabbing a bottle, she popped her two pills her in mouth, and swallowed them down with water.

Tossing her purse, back into her lap, she decided to not mess with it again, not until she actually had to. Sighing, she looked at Kait, she didn't look to happy. "That's fine, but I can drive you to your house afterwards." She looked at the passenger's door, unlocking it, she waited silently. Not looking at him again, she looked forward. It looked as if, something or something was coming towards her, shaking her head lightly, she looked again squinting a bit.

She forget to put the cap back on her water bottle, sliding it on quickly, she still only continued to pay attention to what she thought was in front of her. Rubbing her eyes, she threw her bottle to the back of her car. Four windows, Four seats, Four doors is what her Black Jetta had. The medicine she had took, was to ease her pain. She didn't like to use it alot, but it was a time she was in pain. Especially from the fight, the bitch deserved to get hit, besides the other woman started it first.

"I'm seeing things, this isn't right. Maybe it's because I'm still a bit drunk, and the pills are just beginning to take an effect on me.." Looking to him, Kait seemed to look a bit shady. Mikaela thought she was going insane. Rubbing her eyes more, she rested one hand on the steering wheel and one on the control shift.

[rayna3]

Observing as she popped a few tame-looking pills, Kait decided he would trust her on what exactly they contained and not question what exactly she’d just injested. Then again it required her messing with that silly bag of hers. Oculi nearly rolled at the way she constantly fussed over what her hands were doing. Fidgety much? The discontent expression she wore wasn’t too attractive and the werewolf’s own gaze turned stormy with warning. He wasn’t to be tested or prodded into whatever her little schemes were. The insistence that she drive him home was foolish – he wouldn’t have it. As his door was unlocked he was preparing to slide in though the dazed expression on the spritely mortal’s features was enough to make him question her capacities.

She seemed unsteady and was blinking too hard and too often, a subtle hint that she was having difficulty seeing properly he mused to himself. Straightening, he did roll his eyes this time. This was the problem with coming out and socializing. Nothing was ever easy, nothing was ever simple. It was all just a mess. Walking around the car, he jerked open her door and crouched. Peering up into her features now, he observed them as they were meant to dilate depending on what they focused on. They were taking their sweet time. His nostrils flared with frustration as his articulations wrapped about her upper arm and gave it a tug. ”C’mon. I’ll drive.” It was murmured in a low, level tone that denied his irritation.

Though he was with her at least til she stumbled into her house and to bed. Whether he was pleased with this or not was up for debate. Kaito always seemed to be the responsible one who everyone depended on. It had been that way for what seemed like forever. So the arising of a situation where he would be allowed the privilege of doing so again was just…bully. Attempting not to allow the expression that would denote his frustration surface, he offered a meager smile. Yup. ‘m pissed but that’s okay. Kait to the rescue again. As it often happened, his own feelings on the topic were being abandoned or shunned, whichever you would prefer and he was dealing with it with what faculties he could summon.

And those just happened to consist of the skills she did not possess right now. Sight, coordination and a mind who was not making everything fuzzy and slow. See that’s what happens when you take crap you idiot. Tugging at her arm gently, he cleared his throat. ”Out. Go sit in the passenger seat. You can tell me where you live then I’ll drive you home and you can crash.” It was said in a calm, assertive voice that sounded neither angry or commanding when he meant it in both ways at once. Naturally he wanted compliance and the best way to do that was feign apathy. So ask him if he gives a crap. The answer would be Why would I?