Landing In Cali open

[jordanfelix]

Perfect. He'd planned everything perfectly, first he'd figured out the time zones and the flight patterns, then he realized that jet lag really had no effect in this type of situation. He'd just flown in from New York, he'd wanted to check out Hollywood for sometime, and after the pay he'd received he had enough to get him by for sometime now. He wore a black dress shirt, something to make himself seem a bit more professional then he actually was. He didn't like walking around looking like a grease monkey, especially since if you nailed it down to it - he was one. The thought made him laugh a bit, it wasn't like he had a problem with what he did, it was just that he didn't feel like looking like what he did. He sported long dark blue jeans and a black pair of shoes. His hair was neatly combed, while he smiled with light atonement. Jordan was the type of guy to play off that he was always happy, kept things to himself, he was a pretty close knit kind of guy.

After he'd landed, he decided that he'd go check out Hollywood's night life, if it was anything like he had heard - it'd be a blast. His scarlet blue eyes observed the things around him, the people, the buildings, hell, everything! The wind sent a rather cold chill up his spine, it wasn't the type of night to be caught with out a jacket, seeing as he could see the steam from buildings floating up into the star lit sky. The clouds danced above him as he pressed to wards one of the near by clubs, he could already hear the music thumping and could see the lines building up ahead. Bah, he wasn't going to wait, he figured he'd move around the building and try and find another way in, maybe a better way in too. He moved around the red bricked building, through the alley. It wasn't the most pleasing sight, the smell of garbage wafting up into his nostrils, the scent of urine that had probably come from a homeless. He scoffed in disgust but kept to the path he wanted, he needed to find a way in and he wasn't going to do that by being surprised at what humans used for toilets.

Jordan had found something that might have looked like a window if it wasn't painted over with black paint, it resembled one but he wasn't too sure. As he rounded the back of the building, he found himself a door, but again there was a burly looking man standing in front of it. He approached the man and smiled politely. "Ay mate, didn't feel like waiting out front in those huge lines. I'll tell ya what though, I'll pay double the price to get in if you let me through 'ere," the man looked at Jordan with a sense of wonder or maybe it was the sense of dumb-fondant. It obviously had to be the latter, because the man just shook his head and gave a chuckle. "If I let anybody through that said that, the place would be packed.," the fact of the matter was that Jordan was starting to become a bit agitated and wasn't feeling the wait was necessary. He patted the man on the shoulder, which had turned into a full grasp, Jordan had the super-strength of the vampires, so it was pretty easy to lift even a man as burly as this. He stared into the man's eyes as he shouted, he wasn't going to kill him, just... incapacitate him. Jordan whipped the man against the wall, it was obvious he lost consciousness. With that, Jordan went on his way.

[trojandownloader]

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Alexander had never been the the USA. Never in the 120 years of living. He always tended to stick the the continent of Europe.
Well things could change. I quite like it here. It has atompshere. And the foods not to bad....looking either.He pondered after spending a few of the early hours of darkness prowling around a convience shop. In other words, loitering.

What did he buy? Nothing. But he'd managed to somehow charm the shop assiantant into letting him stay for as long as he was.
He couldnt be bothered going outside and getting into a fight with some hard-assed person. Because he did look completely pathetic.

It wasnt his fault. It was the Airports, since they took it upon themselves to lose his bag. And he was left wearing clothes, that just didnt feel quite right in this town. Maybe it was his skinny build which caused people to want to knock his guts out, But then again, he did enjoy surprising them with a punch that caused them to bruise their backs off a wall.
But now he couldnt be bothered. He was lazy, and the only thing on his priority list was women.

He decided to head to a club that seemed alright. Maybe that was the place where his attire seemed reasonable. But for gods sake he didnt even have a coat, and he was becomeing unbearably whiney to anyone what was near him.

He got into the club, eventually with the patience of a saint. He didnt know where to start, women, men or getting some freinds.
He squinted his eyes around the darkness trying to pick people out. All average meals. The same boring adventure.
Lets make some chummies then.

He pushed himself down on a less than comfortable bar stool moments later, with the grace of a dieing elephant.
He was too busy picking out a conversation and a what it seemed to be, a fight, but it was a pretty rough sounding one.

Alexander was soon on his way to get into the action, slinking along like he belonged in the shadows. It was almost comical.
Though he wasnt laughing whenever he bumped into the guy that started the whole deal.

"Uh, Hey...I heard something going on?"

[within7temptation]

Silvery blue eyes flashed from the roof of the building as she watched, grinning slyly. 'I do love Vacation Time.' the girl thought and jumped down from her perch. "That was wonderfully smart." Her voice was femme fatal as she siddled up behind the stranger. Was it an Irish accent? Or, perhaps, Brittish? Either or. Though... There was a notable hint of Romanian in her lovely speech. Her mouth watered as she walked into the club behind him. So many humans... Her well-curved figure was accinted by black skinnies tucked into thigh-high stilletoes of sleek, shiny black lether. Her top was a new one, bought just for this trip. Deep, midnight purple velvet with midnight blue roses. A corset cut low in the back to reveal her tattoo and made into a v-neck in the front. As for her make-up? As always, it faded out from dark to light. Tonight it was a dark blueish purple with a grayish hue to it. And she'd straightened her long, coppery hair so that it hung down passed her pert little ass. The three-inch heels on the bottom of her boots did little to improve her height, but at least she looked a little taller...
Oh... There were two of them now? Lovely. Dusk flipped her bangs out of her stormy eyes as they darkened a shade to a dark blue gray. Three Vampires in one club? "Oh this is going to be a simply lovely night." she purred and allowed her skin to brush against both of the men's as she stepped between them.

[*sombra delgadillo]

Clubbing, the whole idea of purposefully placing oneself in an establishment of vast overpopulation, puking giggling louts, and poorly mixed music seemed absolutely ludicrous to the she-wolf. And in retrospect, Sombra would have done well to think it over before she set out to prove herself wrong. It was an ignorant choice at best, gavanting among the pedestrians as if she belonged with them. Sombra hadn't belonged with humans for half a decade, and nothing was going to change that. A beast. She reminded herself, a familiar chill settling in on her slender effeminite structure. There was nothing to be said of normality in this instance, nothing that constituted an everyday existance. Sombra Delgadillo did not live an ordinary life. She would surface - on occasions such as this - to keep her human sane, before vanishing back into the "wilderness". That place, the solitary silent wood, had been her safe haven for so many years she no longer described it as anything less than home. No matter where the forest was - England, California, New Jersey or Nevada...anywhere away from mortals felt home-y.

This...this entropy, was not home. This was the seventh circle of hell. The animosity in her gaze was so evident that it must have been tangible to the spectators who risked the swift look-over that most men seemed to find necessary. Personally it made Sombra's blood boil. Her attire was not the type that welcomed or discouraged the attention that she received. At least, that was what she thought. The human Sombra was absolutely unaware of what a tease the delicately proportioned figures of hers was. The wolf smirked with satisfaction. All the fitness work she did paid off well. The muscles in her slender arms were obviously toned, and her abdominals flat and firm. The very way she walked spoke volumes of character, confidence beyond being handled or drooled on. Frankly it said, “Spill your drink on me, and prepare to lose your manhood.” The wolf within had far less interest in the company that mulled about the place.

Easily slipping through the crowd, careful to avoid boisterous persons who stumbled in her path, Sombra ventured a glance at the bar – nearly full. However, being right in front guaranteed some security. Weighing the pros and cons of sitting smack dab in the middle of various half intoxicated men, the she-wolf took her chances and gingerly climbed aloft a stool. She hadn’t brought anything with her but a small black clutch that held her cash, mace and a cell phone. Yes, even as a werewolf Sombra carried mace. So here was this elegantly dressed, red haired bombshell seated “by herself” in a sea of estrogen and testosterone. Things were bound to get messy. Simply because beneath that calm posterior a beast snarled and shifted unsteadily.

Mocha oculi hinged on the barkeep, a brow ascended in silent greeting only to have him arrive directly. ”Grasshopper, please.” It was murmured in a voice with a hint of French accentuating the syllables, though the English and jargon were obviously fluent. Tucking a loose strand of loosely curled, allowing the penetrating scope of her gaze to study the scene once again. It was at that point that a familiar and sinister scent washed through her nasal cavity; vampire. Oh, my.

[jordanfelix]

"Uh, Hey...I heard something going on?"

"Thats an understatement mate," Jordan's grin was half forced, half a fang showed as he lifted his head to meet the man's gaze that stood in front of him. Now another vampire came into view, this one a female with fiery red hair and a slender build, he merely gave her a quick glance and returned view to the man in front of him. It had seemed this man was interested in what Jordan had just done, he flung his thumb over his broad shoulder merely pointing to the open door. He gave a quick glance back, but then returned his view back to the vampires in front of him. "If you want an explanation, ask the woman thats right by you, seeing as she saw the entire thing," Jordan was kind of hostile to wards other vampires, seeing as his trust wasn't really 'bulletproof' to wards them, in fact he barely liked being one himself.

He felt a twinge in his muscles, a different smell had entered the room. It was easy to pick out from the humans and vampires in the room, just because of the difference it put off. It was the same feeling he had gotten when he was around Callum Weller, a werewolf. He laughed lightly to himself, the people he stood with would probably think he was crazy, but he'd gotten worse reviews than that in his life. He wouldn't approach the woman because if she was like any other wolf, she'd attack him thinking that he was going over there to attack her. No, he didn't need that kind of publicity right now, especially since one of his own kind was giving him the 3rd degree at the moment. His lip twitched lightly when he returned his gaze to the two in front, the woman didn't seem angry with what he'd done, but the man seemed a bit agitated. Hm. Peculiar, he didn't realize that vampire's cared so much for humans, their cattle. Another smug grin came to Jordan's face.

"Well, if your done with the interview mate, I'll be on my way to grab my drink now," Jordan made sure to be weary of the wolf down the table from him. He didn't expect her to notice that he was around now, due to the fact that he himself was now crammed in between two drunken men, perhaps the smell of booze and vomit would cancel out his own vampire scent? He doubted it. If the wolves were as good as smeller's as Jordan heard they were, she'd be able to pick them out a mile away, if not further. He cursed lightly to himself as he leaned forward to take a look at the choices, there weren't that many, but hell there was a Canadian made brew there and that was as close to home as America would ever be. Minus their winter of course.

"Give me a Molson mate," for a second Jordan swore he heard the bartender snicker at his accent, he'd let it slide, perhaps later if he were still 'thirsty' for something, he'd let the bartender know. Still, he hadn't felt comfortable with a werewolf sitting mere seats away from him, they were fast and unpredictable and that troubled Jordan in the worst way. Not to mention that if you said the wrong thing, a mutated dog would be on your ass faster than you could say 'puppy chow'. Jordan smirked at his own wittiness, but the smirk disappeared as he grabbed his drink, lifting it lightly to the two other vampires he took a sip. Perhaps there were more than just two in here, but he doubted it. If he had the feeling of worry, then he didn't dare think of what the others might have been going through at the time. A wolf and three fangs in one club at the same time - that never came down to anything good. Never.

[trojandownloader]

Alexander raised his eyebrow slowly at the woman that appeared out of the thin-air. He snorted a little to himself, before clearing his throat and shifting his footing, in an attempt to be less immature and more calm.

"Nice Going." Alexander speculated looking breifly behind the man and surveying the damage done. If he wasnt agitated before, he was now. He hoped the guy wasnt in the mood for a fight. At least not with him.
Hey, What's with the 'mate'... Alexander thought a little amused. But he dropped it. He didnt want some pissy vampire that he happened to piss off near him tonight.


As soon as it entered. He smelt it. He would bet his apartment that they all did. He bit down hard on his lip. It was taking almost all of his willpower not to run out of this club right now. He was shitting bricks. And as the man passed on to, go near the werewolf, Alexander passed him a look of 'Are you fucking crazy man?!'. He didn't need an answer, it was fairly obvious in alexanders eyes that the guy was.
Who is he anyway? He thought, trying to push all the thoughts of big dogs coming to rip his legs off just because he said something stupid. But he didn't think either of them would care repeating the same stupid soical routine.

He wondered if any of them, the she-wolf, (Might he add, Pretty smoking hot, But it was always the hot ones that were dangerous after all.) or the guys on 'his side' smelt his overwhelming fear. If they didnt they would probably notice the way his jaw had tightened, one of his fangs scored into his bottom lip, and his eyes had widened considerably.
He smiled weakly at the male vampire who had raised a drink to him, and the other vampire woman. Maybe he should get a drink too. To calm his nerves. Even though that was impossible in the current situation. Maybe some time later. He didn't want the wolf thinking they where all going to gang up on her. Though he doubted she would be the scared one. He positively knew that was a fact.

Oh shit, I got caught up there. I dont want her on my tail either.
"Um....Alex."He said quietly to the woman, His English accent blaring through him name like a siren , and held out a slightly trembleing hand for her to shake while all the time, looking behind him at the she-wolf, with a horror of emotions playing in his eyes.

[within7temptation]

Her beautiful eyes darkened, then lightened once more to a brillient silver with a light hint of blue... A very light hint of blue... 'Dog...' was her only thought as the woman entered and her gaze was instantly locked on the werewolf. She was pretty... No, that word was an understatment if there was one. The Wolf was gorgous. But, sadly, still a wolf. She never dated werewolves. It wasn't that the ancient female hated them, it was just that, according to their instincts and traditions, Vampires simply did not take on Werewolves as Lovers of any sort. Shame, really. Female Werewolves were always so fiesty!
As for the men before her... She waved one dainty hand elegantly, much as a queen would when dismissing her servents. Annoyed? Why should a creature of her being and age care what happened to any of those worthless and quite expendable beasts? They were food. And, further more, it had been humans that had killed... His face flashed in her memory. His beautiful voice, his eyes. Marques. Quickly, she pushed him out of her mind and planted a smile on her face. Had it paled? Her lips felt cold. Indeed, the rosy tinge that had adorned them from the moment of her birth was gone. She missed her husband...
'Enough of that, now. America was created to forget one's passed.' She watched the first of the two men walk away and grinned. "Australian, though he sounds as though he has been in New York for some time." Her voice was soft as she spoke to herself. Slowly, as though playing the seductress on the movie screen of some dark, erotic film, she reached up to tirel a strand out of her bangs with her left hand. Her dominant hand. Her smile was equaly as femme fatal as she watched the man lift his glass.
Turning back to the other, she looked at his hand and smirked. "Dusk." Her now pure silver gaze locked with his.

[*sombra delgadillo]

The moment it had been discovered that she wasn’t the only freak in the premises Sombra had been put on edge, the wolf’s hackles at attention though her posterior was the image of pristine. She sipped at the beverage reticently, a light frown creasing her brows as if she was somewhat preoccupied. The vampires seemed to be holding a little conference, something that did not help with the she-wolf’s paranoia. Though it really hardly mattered, set against one she was fairly confident. Two she would be beaten but not quite as easily as three could dispatch her. Something made them keep their distance though, and as she ventured a glance her mocha oculi witnessed their aversion to her. It was not even one of disgust. It was fear. Fear of me. Either they were not particularly old, or they were downright cowardly. Either way, Sombra could not help but smirk to herself.

Naturally the wolf was not convinced and remained prepared to lock on in defense. As two approached the bar and ordered their beverages, it took sincere effort not to gawk at them. Their posture disclosed submission, slightly hunched and their gazes noticeably directed elsewhere. It was shocking. Was she truly the big bad wolf? Apparently. The wolf replied, a smug tone dripping from each syllable. Breathing a sigh, almost of relief, the emotion quickly disintegrated as a distinct pinch was felt on her rear end. In what took two blinks the daintily dressed female had slid off the stool and turned, slender articulations wrapping around the offending soul’s wrist while the other grasped the opposite shoulder. Twisting his palm behind his back in a style mirroring law enforcement, she turned on her heel and slammed the side of his features into the clearly unsanitary bar.

Pressing his features into the surface, the barkeep seemed disinterested, and Sombra glowered, unable to speak as rage boiled in her gut. It took her a moment to compose herself, before she leant in and whispered in a silken voice that traveled so languidly she almost doubted that the squirming mortal would hear. ”You’re lucky I don’t have my pliers or I’d pinch something off you.” It was almost snarled, but the sound was still distinctly feminine. Reiterating her point with an excessive slam of his skull into the surface one again, she released him and turned on her heel. Swiping her glass off the counter, she swept past the trio of immortals thoughtlessly – her wolf too riled to care of their reaction…unfortunately there was always a response to violence. Two bouncers could be seen weaving through the crowd and Sombra’s blazing oculi seared their features as they approached.

The taller of the two opened his mouth as if to reprimand her, but a simple tick of her brow seemed to rob him of words. ”Boys, I assure you my response wasn’t unfounded. In fact a predator like that deserves to be kicked out. You’ll have more complaints before the night’s through.” It was murmured in a dishearteningly calm tone as she eased to seat herself in the nearest booth – clearly dismissing the two who looked both offended and amused. They went on their way without a fuss, and Sombra was left to her own devices once again. The wolf had already reclaimed its previous target – the immortals, and Som stared for several moments over her glass, still unsatisfied despite their actions of fear. A killing machine, she could be, but they could not be killed so easily as she could…therein lay the problem. However, she knew methods, plenty of them. Did I mention that a lighter was paired with the mace? A double threat girl. Guess you were right to be scared.

[jordanfelix]

Amusement. That was the only word to describe Jordan's feeling to the whole situation. Apparently it had been a good thing to avoid the woman, seeing as she just smashed some poor souls head off of a bar table. He counted the times his head recoiled, twice. Jordan couldn't say he didn't deserve it, because, well he did. It'd seemed that the man didn't know about her strength, or the beast that doweled in her and by the end of the night, in a place like this - he didn't doubt that they wouldn't see it. Werewolves were interesting to Jordan, their strength, speed and possibly stamina matched if not then over rated the strength that a vampire had. He watched as the man was dragged then thrown out of the club, wandering eyes went from the man to the woman. Jordan had kept his place against the bar table, the men beside him grumbling obscenities about the woman's strength.

Jordan could only muster a chuckle, perhaps she wasn't as dangerous as he had once thought, but then again people liked to hide things. He didn't feel fear at the moment, just pure amusement, this woman had just beaten the crap out of a divine meal that he could have drained. If he had still hunted humans of course, now he just wandered around looking for blood banks and when that became scarce, animals. He didn't like to feed off of humans, he was immortal, yes, but he didn't like the bacteria that ran through their blood. It made them taste... twangy to him. He lifted his bottle once more, this time not in the direction of the vampires but in the direction of the woman who just showed bravery if nothing else. She could hold her own, which meant that Jordan or any other person in here didn't really have to step in if the going go messy. Hell, if anything they'd have to step in to get this woman off of someone else.

Another chuckle broke from him and a smirk had cracked across his face, a small one, barely noticeable. He decided that it was time to roam now, maybe go into a crowd of people and see where that got him, he carried his brew in hand as he tried to put himself in the middle. He liked clubs, he wasn't going to lie to himself, the place was always packed and the girls were never that bad to look at either. Jordan found himself have someone rub up against him, though he didn't see a face he really didn't want to stop and dance at the time. He was just searching for familiar faces, possibly someone he knew, he had no intention of trying to start anything here tonight. Though, if someone tried anything with him, he would gladly assert himself, he wasn't going to become a push over, not to a human.

[trojandownloader]

Alexander Frowned slightly at his hand that still held in the air, and he still kept it there after the name was announced. But all he got was a smirk. And he didn't particularly like smirks, Unless it was in a totally different situation, which involved a bed...
He pulled his hand back into his pocket and shoved it, a little irritated, deep into his jeans pocket.

Christ, What happened to being friendly.
He could Use some Friend's in the current situation. After he saw the woman smash the guys head into the bar for a few painful seconds. He winced with the man. He was a jackass anyway. But he was very aware of how much more humans felt pain. He didn't underestimate her from the start. He was sure that if she wasn't on the hairy wolf side, she would still rip your balls off for looking at her the wrong way.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the rest of his drink down. Savoring the liquid warming up his throat. And the way it loosened him up. Maybe if the wolf-woman drank some more she'd loosen up too. And stop being so violent. Though she seemed independent and the opposite of the weak stereotypical girl. Though she wasn't the average girl, he gave her that.
I can get over this. If i just prove to her that I'm not in to hurt her, then she wont want to grow furry ears and rip my guts out.

He dragged his right hand down his face wearily, Still slightly trembling, and finished the rest of his glass off. He adjusted his waistcoat slightly, a nervous habit, and started to approach the woman who sat on her own in the booth.
I am crazy. I cant believe...

Did he look threating? He didn't think so. Maybe she saw behind the human illusion and saw how capable he was of killing her. But that wasn't on his mind. He was the cowardly vampire. How childish and stupid of him to be so, but that was what werewolves did to him.

"Uh. Hey... I see you are on your own.."Alexander tried causally, standing pigeon-toed, with his hands in both of his pockets.

"..Not..Not, that I'm going to try anything or that..."He stuttered after-wards reminded of the earlier actions with the look of a kicked puppy.

[within7temptation]

She'd never ment to seem rude or overly arrogent. It was simply that she did not like shaking hands with other immortals. Though she was older than about eighty seven percent of the Vampiric population, she was one of the physically weaker ones. If another immortal took her hand, they could easily turn her, get her into a choke-hold, and decapitate her. And she would be helpless to stop them, for although she was faster and much more cunning -thank the gods for time and experiance- she would be hard-put to get out of a man's vise-grip if he was not a human.
Dusk turned as Alex walkedaway, then stopped and called back over her shoulder, "Careful Alex; I think that particular she-pup bites." Simple humor, not ment to offend or upset. Just to be playful and assure those around her that she was in a good mood tonight. 'Now then,' she thought as she looked around the club, 'where is the other one?'
The red-head ordered a glass of deep red wine and moved away from the bar. A sly grin graced her lips, which had gained their color once more, as she made her way to the taller Vampire. Dressed as she was, with her hair all straitened and shimmering like new silk threads, she looked more like a seductress than she normally did. Her hips swayed and her boots clicked softly. The crowed parted for her, men staring at her and their girls hating her. "...Hello..." With her right hand she ran the tips of her fingers down the back of the seeminly restless man's neck. With the left, she held her wine glass.
"We didn't speak earlier. My name is Dusk." A soothing, though somehow erotic voice. Husky even as it was warm. Her eyes flashed and darkened again to their normal, shimmering metalic blue. She liked the look of this one.

[jordanfelix]

Jordan had found it quite hard to find someone in this club, hell he wasn't going to see many familiar faces, not here. He belonged in New York, where his home was, his job, everything. It wasn't a hard feat to accomplish to get the woman to stop rubbing up against him, he just moved and she went and found another living dance pole to feel up. Shaking his head lightly, he came to a halt and took a sip of the beer he held in his hand, it was almost empty now which meant it was almost time for a cigarette. Jordan's habits were always what got the best of him, but his smoking habit couldn't kill him for he was an immortal. Every time someone would tell him that it killed him, he'd only say 'some quicker than others.' Which was a statement that partially true, he didn't find it gross what so ever that he smoked since the side effects really had no affect on his body. Smirking wildly, he had went and found a garbage can to throw the beer out he never really littered.

He returned into the middle of the crowd, different smells lingered around him, some good and some bad. Most good. Not many people went to clubs smelling like crap, but the odd ones who did just made it that much worse for those who didn't, gave the place a bad rep so to speak. Suddenly, the crowds began to move away, which was drastically odd in Jordan's mind, did he smell bad? He shook that from his mind, he always wore cologne and that cologne usually smelt really good, to him anyways. He felt a chill rack his spine, someone was touching the back of his neck and it sent a nerve racking chill through him, who ever it was it wasn't human. He sighted the werewolf, and she was speaking to the other vampire, which meant that it was the woman who jumped from the top of the building behind him when he first entered. Turning he matched her gaze with his scarlet blue eyes, the life in them contradicted that he was a vampire.

"We didn't speak earlier. My name is Dusk."

Jordan just looked at her for a moment, it was the woman with the fire red hair from before. She wasn't bad looking he'd give her that, and by the way she came up and spoke to him she wasn't too shy either. Another smirk cracked Jordan's face, but he turned it into a smile. "My names Jordan. Nice to meet you miss Dusk," Jordan was about politeness, all about it. Rarely did he ever be rash or uncomplimentary of the people around him, it just wasn't his style. He didn't offer a hand shake but he did offer a kind smile and a polite gesture, what was she up to?

[within7temptation]

She bowed her head slightly, the soft movement causing her bangs to fall from behind her ear and cover her right eye in a semi-thin curtain. Duskarie didn't have amazingly thick hair, the kind that needed to be thinned monthly like a dog's under-coat must be thinned weekly. But it was not the normal thickness, either. Just a little thicker... It just made her seem all the more lovely and made her hair softer. "Jordan, please..." She trailed her black nails down the side of his biceps as she took a dainty sip of her wine. "Do not call me 'miss.' Dusk will do just fine, really." Her pink lips parted to reveal her pearly white teeth. Hers was a dangerouse, preditory grin.
Slowly, she turned and sauntered over to a clean booth in a dark corner. Sitting, she looked back at the man and crooked her finger to signal for him to sit with her. She began playing with her hair as she finnish her drink and waited. The woman was hoping for a fun night and some company to share it with.
Her eyes flashed as she looked back over to the werewolf. Was that man insaine, flirting that way with a dog? Appearantly so... With minimal effort, she pulled up her legs and tucked her feet beneath her. 'I should have worn that skirt I bought last night.' she thought and ran her finger around the rim of her glass. The skirt had been a mini of the extreme scence of the word. The fabric had been some sort of metalic satin that had been accinted with black lether and died a deep midnight purple. 'Definatly should have worn the skirt...'

[*sombra delgadillo]

Sombra was now beginning to ease into this situation now that a little bit of the pent up energy had been relinquished. Thanks to an unfortunate cohort who now rested on the exterior while she lounged lazily in a strategically placed booth. Granted the bouncers still cast reproachful glances in her direction, attention she responded to with a narrow sidelong glare but more than that there was not. Quietly satisfied by the superiority that dawned upon her, Sombra had presented herself more than capable of defending herself against the flimsy mortal brat. Delicate articulations circled the rim of her glass, tracing the lingering perspiration and smirking idly as she observed the commonplace goings on.

The acknowledging toast by the immortal with amethyst oculi induced nothing but a simple and very slight arch of her brow and a dip of her skull. It was almost the touching of swords between warriors despite the lack of introductions or even example if he had even a fraction of her skill. Vampires had innate knowledge of killing…some better than others obviously but they still had the capacity. The wolf within wondered if that was grounds to grant such equal notation. Dismissing the unnecessary though with a toss of her skull – dismissing him to his socially inclined wanderings, she sipped gingerly at her beverage.

The unusual lime green color was only a hint at just how strong that poison was, though the sole affect it was currently having on the resilient young woman was a slight buzz between her temples. It was almost pleasant, and just a little irritating. Naturally she kept tabs on the immortals even as they dispersed, taking particular notice of the one who seemed just a little bit too nervous to be considered “normal”. His features were pale like the rest, his hair dark and slightly slicked back…both pedestrian traits of the species. It was the shifty look in his eyes that made Sombra wary of his intentions.

He looked as though he meant to rob a bank or he just had. But vampires did not act like that. It was “unnatural”, worrisome even. But of course he would want to take something up with her. Sure. Come ruin my evening, I beg of you. She thought, taking a long swig of the alcohol before glanced towards the bartender and angling her glass in indication, Another.. As the vampire grew closer her head tipped slightly to stare into his features. The words he stuttered were entertaining. Hardly. Look around. No one’s alone here. She didn’t speak for a moment as he stuttered once again; unfinished.

”Well clearly you aren’t. Anyone can see that.” It was finishing off his train of thought, releasing him from the idea that she would take that as a threat. He wasn’t all too frightening though she was certain that if you backed him into a corner he’d show you why vampires are to be given space. ”Are you this way with everyone or just we feral folk..?” A brow ascended stoically – perhaps Sombra was not particularly welcoming, but she was not hostile. There was a blank, indecipherable trait in the wolf that could be described as sinister. Glancing towards the other immortals, she found the female now had her hands on the male and chuckled to herself. Not surprised at all. Most females, no matter what race, were unashamedly predatory. A less than appealing trait in her book. Then again, some men enjoyed being chased. The ones who were in touch with their feminine side.

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Jordan quirked his head slightly to the left when she walked away, he found himself in a state of confusion. Who was this woman? Well, he'd gotten a name, Dusk, it wasn't a name your heard everyday. He shrugged it off and stood for a moment, when she sat down the crowds left no time in returning to their dancing frenzy. He wondered what kind of spell women put on people, their ability to make crowds move and even their swagger which put men into a trance. Damn, she actually be stronger than he was, in the sense that she could make people do what she wanted them too. That proved his point when she crocked her finger at him, because at that moment he felt drawn to the table she was in, the booth. Jordan pressed himself through the crowd, trying to make sure that he didn't disturb the dancing that was happening, he grinned lightly and shook his head once he was free from the captivating crowd.

Jordan moved to the bar table once more, making a turn in his first thought out path. He had ordered another beer, Molson again. He liked the beer, it tasted a lot better than a shot and it didn't leave the burning sensation in his throat afterward. When the bar keep gave him his beer, Jordan gave a friendly nod to wards him and started down the path again to wards the woman named Dusk. Again the thought of the name made him think on and off, he'd never heard a name like that before in his life... ever. He shook that off again and took a seat in the booth, putting his beer on the table he let his Sapphire eyes roam the room, as if scanning for something. In his mind he could have swore he shrugged, but he felt somewhat safe and if things got really bad... he looked at his beer once again. A light smirk came to his face as he returned his gaze with woman's eyes. "So, mi-," he cut himself off remembering that she didn't liked being called miss. "So, Dusk. What brings a woman like you to a club like this?," Jordan asked with a slight smile to that comment, usually women who looked like that didn't party in a club. They looked more like the type that you'd find in a ballroom perhaps, or a classical theater, something of the sort - but not here. He leaned back and studied her eyes, waiting for a response.