Post by Ellie on Aug 13, 2009 12:25:49 GMT -5
AUTHORS NOTE: this is basically a more in depth count of Lars's turn "/ and murder of his best friend. I started it the other night out of boredom, so I guess I might as well post it here, huh? Will be a few posts as I find time to write. Enjoy.
Lars waited outside the apartment complex, watching the taxi's trumpet by with their horns as a cigarette hung from his mouth. Girlfriends were a fucking pain in the ass. They took too damn long to get ready. Sooner or later, the available taxi's would drive off and by chances of mere luck, they'd be stuck walking the many blocks to the clubs they frequented. Oh well, at least she wasn't a bitch.. plus she'd look better if he gave her a longer time up there.
"Goddamnit," he breathed, the white exhale surrounding his face in the night. He hated talking himself off his own side. What the fuck was that.
With his back to the wall, protected nicely with a leather jacket and random black shirt, he took another drag. With the second exhale he glanced down at the stub, satisfied with the shortness before tossing it down on the ground and stomping it out with his boot.
Just in time, it seemed, the lobby door opened, and Ruby came out with a graceful swing of her hips, looking around for mere fractions of a second before her eyes laid on her beau. They boy, despite his previous impacientness, had a haphazard smirk on his lips, eying his catch from shoes up.
She had leopard print pumps, not too gaudy, but just enough cool. The rest of her torso was a simple short, strapless black dress that hugged her form perfectly, just the right amount of tight to not me small. Some would argue that though. The low cut top with, what seemed like a push-up bra built in, was the perfect compliment to the girl's chest-piece tattoo, and of course her barn arms showed off the single quarter sleeve her right arm. Lovely.
"What took you so fucking long?" he vocalized as he joined her side, a hand slinking it's way around her waist.
Ruby just rolled her eyes, she get's herself all done up for this, what with the extensive make-up trip and hair-do, and Lars just is there in jeans and a t-shirt. He was damn lucky he looked good in leather. Oh well, she shouldn't complain, he still looked hot as ever. It was a gift she supposed, for a human to pull of such a task. It wasn't as if she needed to, it was all a matter of enjoying it.
"I like to make you wait for things," she answered, turning to him, sliding her arms around his neck and meeting his lips with hers, still glossy and colorful from moments before.
Lars had chuckled once before their lips touched, and proceeded to speak, "Right well, at least that vice doesn't carry to the bedroom." After then, Ruby playfully slapped his on the shoulder with her handbag, a laugh escaping her lips, fangs all out. It was a wonder how simple it was to tell a bitsy lie and have the closest person to you to eat it out of the palm of her fucking hand. He still was so unassuming. She almost doubted his intellegence, but hell. It was for the better anyways.
You see, Ruby had bitten herself, about a year ago. Not by a vampire... that was many more years back, but by the love bug. She'd never thought she would ever fall in with a mortal. Especially one with Lars's tendancies, but it was just his charm, his swagger. His scent. It was just irresitable. And she saw no reason in keeping herself from her desires, it was only perfect that he had mutual feelings. And so they were a couple.
The only small obstacle was braking the news to Lars's best friend and roommate, Quincey. Lars and he, in the months prior, had simply saught sexual pleasure with each other. So it was a tad awkward barging in and disrupting the boys' fun. However, things settled in, adn Quincey accepted the fact that this was more than a pretty face and nice rack. Quincey then, began seeing people, however none of those girls and guys had stuck. Oh well. Quincey had a series of jobs to pay for the apartment, in which he owned and let Lars and Ruby occupy along with him, with pay of course. He wasn't all that nice. Lars made wages easily, drugs being his forte, although his 'written' occupation was working in the tattoo shop down the street, piercing for now, as he apprenticed in the artistry. Ruby, worked week- nights at a go-go club. As a dancer, yes. She didn't take off her top or give lap dances, and it payed, plus.. it was fun to her, what more could she really ask for?
Before long, the cab came to a stop, and Lars handed over the cash before making his way out after Ruby who was straightening her dress, her hands splayed out across her chest as she re-adjusted her girls. Lars, being the opposite sex he was, praised the designer of the dress. Ruby glanced up once she was satisfied and met eyes with Lars's.. well lids, as his were still a bit lower than eye level.
She waited a few moments, as to not spoil his fun before cocking a hip out and pulling him to her by his jacket lapel. He stumbled forward a step before perking up out of his tittie-trance, "Oh right," he said, his arm going around her waist again as they walked down the stairs to the basement club, the game-plan for the night's escapades forming quickly, if only Lars new that this would be the last night life with his life he would enjoy.
