ᴍᴀᴢᴇ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} iniquitous) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} summerview,@ 2019-03-22 23:00:00 |
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| Entry tags: | breanna tucker, nissa nailal, player: mena, player: squid |
Were they watching the same thing here?
Nissa
Bree
WHERE: Bar in Atlantic City
WHEN: 22nd March
WHAT: Nissa takes Bree out to shake off the moon, brawls and ideas are born from the venture
STATUS: Complete
WHEN: 22nd March
WHAT: Nissa takes Bree out to shake off the moon, brawls and ideas are born from the venture
STATUS: Complete
VIEW WARNINGS:
Likely moderate for violence, cussing and history
Werewolves and full moons were obviously awkward times, and Nissa had made a point in giving Noah some space at home, primarily by being in Atlantic City for a while to tie up some loose ends in old business deals. So taking Bree out to shake off the residual crap from the moon seemed like a good use of their time.
Nissa had picked the bar specially. It wasn't one of her favourites, it wasn't even a particularly good bar. But it was rowdy, full of people that were up their own asses, they were loud and full of themselves, enough that two pretty faces in a crowd would rile them up to act like some peacocks.
She was sure enough of Bree's capabilities as a wolf, the anger simmering just under the girls skin, and it was a little past the moon, so surely these men wouldn't be in too much danger -and if they were then tough shit. Nissa had already put money behind the bar to keep drinks coming over to the table she'd secured for her and Bree, not against a wall, but somewhat surrounded by others, maybe enough to get Bree worked up.
The key to blowing off steam was being susceptible to it.
Nissa had picked the bar specially. It wasn't one of her favourites, it wasn't even a particularly good bar. But it was rowdy, full of people that were up their own asses, they were loud and full of themselves, enough that two pretty faces in a crowd would rile them up to act like some peacocks.
She was sure enough of Bree's capabilities as a wolf, the anger simmering just under the girls skin, and it was a little past the moon, so surely these men wouldn't be in too much danger -and if they were then tough shit. Nissa had already put money behind the bar to keep drinks coming over to the table she'd secured for her and Bree, not against a wall, but somewhat surrounded by others, maybe enough to get Bree worked up.
The key to blowing off steam was being susceptible to it.
Bree tipped her head back and downed just over half her beer in one go, putting the bottle down on the counter with a clink and drawing in a breath. She appreciated Nissa taking her out, getting her away from that fucking island. This moon had been rough. She'd woken up sore and miserable and feeling empty and cold and she hadn't liked it. So what she'd woken up with a nice guy once. Wasn't like she'd actively wanted it again but it had been... nice. And Sam was a good guy, one of the only men she'd ever met who treated her like a person. Not like an ass or a pair of tits. Not like an object, something to own or punish.
Her fingers tightened around the bottle and she pressed her teeth together, skin crawling with amped up energy, twisting inside of her like she was nothing but entropy, gnarled and bitter emotions, raw fury ripping through her.
Behind them, someone crowed over a petty win and she flinched. She was gonna smack someone before they were done here.
"Did you get your stuff done here?" she asked, trying to keep some kind of conversation going with Nissa even when they were surrounded by fucking louty men, some of whom reminded her of Carter which made her just more uncomfortable. Her fingers picked at the label of her beer before she knocked it back, finding that it was pretty quickly replaced by another one.
She screwed the cap off and lifted it to her lips. "You've been here quite a lot recently, right?"
Her fingers tightened around the bottle and she pressed her teeth together, skin crawling with amped up energy, twisting inside of her like she was nothing but entropy, gnarled and bitter emotions, raw fury ripping through her.
Behind them, someone crowed over a petty win and she flinched. She was gonna smack someone before they were done here.
"Did you get your stuff done here?" she asked, trying to keep some kind of conversation going with Nissa even when they were surrounded by fucking louty men, some of whom reminded her of Carter which made her just more uncomfortable. Her fingers picked at the label of her beer before she knocked it back, finding that it was pretty quickly replaced by another one.
She screwed the cap off and lifted it to her lips. "You've been here quite a lot recently, right?"
"Most of it," enough that she didn't need to worry about plying Bree with alcohol. It might not affect either of them very much, but it was an enjoyable hobby all the same, "Which means you have my undivided attention tonight." Which could go two ways, but Nissa would leave that for the night to progress. Bree needed an outlet, Nissa had no problem providing it, she just needed to wait and see what kind of outlet the wolf went with.
Nissa had checked, the bathroom in here was clean enough and plenty big for a quick and steamy tryst. Unless Bree opted for something a little different.
"Here specifically? No. But in Atlantic City? Well, Summerview doesn't offer a lot of girls like me." In the fact that Ethan was friendly with the Sheriff lady, a dragon no less, and Nissa was playing it cool just now. She tended to get more done in AC than she might've needed, but enough to keep up her interest. "I'm not one for a basic job or working normal hours."
Nissa had checked, the bathroom in here was clean enough and plenty big for a quick and steamy tryst. Unless Bree opted for something a little different.
"Here specifically? No. But in Atlantic City? Well, Summerview doesn't offer a lot of girls like me." In the fact that Ethan was friendly with the Sheriff lady, a dragon no less, and Nissa was playing it cool just now. She tended to get more done in AC than she might've needed, but enough to keep up her interest. "I'm not one for a basic job or working normal hours."
Bree tipped her head a little and nodded. "Well, attention ain't a bad thing, provided it's the right kind."
"I could give you the right kind of attention, sweetheart," someone drawled from behind her and Bree gave a sharp jerk of her head to glare at him, which made his friends all laugh and chortle. It wasn't like she couldn't hear them, comments about her body - and her friend's body - that were the only type of comments she was used to hearing about her appearance and had been for a long time. Today, however, after her shitty full moon, she wasn't really in the mood.
The glass bottle of her beer groaned as she tightened her fingers around it.
"You're tellin' me," she muttered, 'I- fuck, I hate havin' to work a shift job. Much rather be doin' somethin' else." Boudin wasn't bad. Marie was a great boss. But the work was the kind Bree had done while she was on the run just to get by. She didn't enjoy it, though. But then with no qualifications, a poor reading level (something she kept close to her chest) and the inability to spell fucking anything, she was pretty sure that there wasn't another set of jobs out there for her. "Summerview's so vanilla."
"I could give you the right kind of attention, sweetheart," someone drawled from behind her and Bree gave a sharp jerk of her head to glare at him, which made his friends all laugh and chortle. It wasn't like she couldn't hear them, comments about her body - and her friend's body - that were the only type of comments she was used to hearing about her appearance and had been for a long time. Today, however, after her shitty full moon, she wasn't really in the mood.
The glass bottle of her beer groaned as she tightened her fingers around it.
"You're tellin' me," she muttered, 'I- fuck, I hate havin' to work a shift job. Much rather be doin' somethin' else." Boudin wasn't bad. Marie was a great boss. But the work was the kind Bree had done while she was on the run just to get by. She didn't enjoy it, though. But then with no qualifications, a poor reading level (something she kept close to her chest) and the inability to spell fucking anything, she was pretty sure that there wasn't another set of jobs out there for her. "Summerview's so vanilla."
Nissa was about to make a comment, one that was possibly a little less cheesy, but no less lecherous, when the interjection came. The unseelie's response was a little less jarring as the wolf, while Bree positively radiated anger, Nissa just smirked a little, her eyes narrowed as she spotted an opportunity that was just going to unravel around her.
"Why don't you then?" Summerview had slim pickings, that much was true, and Nissa had no inclination towards joining that particular group, she wasn't a shop worker, or a gallery worker, she sure as hell wasn't an office or law worker, none of that would suit her in the least. She couldn't imagine doing that shit day in or day out, and she'd sooner drink a bar than work there. But until someone needed intimidating, killing or worse, Nissa was unlikely to have anything to do with herself.
She could hear the comments going around the group that were watching them, which meant Bree undoubtedly could too. Normally, the first human to comment on Nissa's body and what they wanted to do to it, the way these ones were, they'd be eating through the side of their mouth after she'd wired their jaw. But Nissa didn't think she would need to be the one doing anything about this.
"Maybe you wanna try some chocolate, baby." There was raucous laughter around the group, even as Nissa's eyes rolled so hard she worried they'd escape her skull. God, they needed new lines.
"Why don't you then?" Summerview had slim pickings, that much was true, and Nissa had no inclination towards joining that particular group, she wasn't a shop worker, or a gallery worker, she sure as hell wasn't an office or law worker, none of that would suit her in the least. She couldn't imagine doing that shit day in or day out, and she'd sooner drink a bar than work there. But until someone needed intimidating, killing or worse, Nissa was unlikely to have anything to do with herself.
She could hear the comments going around the group that were watching them, which meant Bree undoubtedly could too. Normally, the first human to comment on Nissa's body and what they wanted to do to it, the way these ones were, they'd be eating through the side of their mouth after she'd wired their jaw. But Nissa didn't think she would need to be the one doing anything about this.
"Maybe you wanna try some chocolate, baby." There was raucous laughter around the group, even as Nissa's eyes rolled so hard she worried they'd escape her skull. God, they needed new lines.
Bree opened her mouth to respond to Nissa's soft question when another comment floated over, "C'mon girls, let us show you what real men can do for you."
If you asked her later what had happened, she'd tell you she had no idea. Something in her just snapped and she turned in her chair, hand braced on the back of it to look one of them dead in the eye, eyebrow lifted in challenge. "I'd love to, if you know any."
He'd had too beers too many and when he stalked closer, Bree got to her feet, kicking the chair out of the way and facing him down, her fury barely concealed. He smelt like sweat and tobacco and she felt her lip curl. "What did you say?" Nicotine stained teeth were visible as his lip curled up.
Bree didn't back down. "You heard me," she said evenly, her accent giving her words a lilt that didn't quite make her sound as utterly deadly as she was. She felt his eyes rake over her, lingering at the scoop neck of her shirt before she continued. "I asked if you knew any real men."
The next thing that she knew, the hand that had lifted to grab her waist with the intention of pulling her closer had been twisted and broken, Bree turning immediately on the spot and elbowing the guy in the face, the sound of his nose and cheekbone breaking audible even over his howling as he staggered backwards, blood rushing from his nose. In less than thirty seconds, Bree could feel her blood singing as she found herself in the middle of a fight that she might have started but she was sure as shit going to finish.
If you asked her later what had happened, she'd tell you she had no idea. Something in her just snapped and she turned in her chair, hand braced on the back of it to look one of them dead in the eye, eyebrow lifted in challenge. "I'd love to, if you know any."
He'd had too beers too many and when he stalked closer, Bree got to her feet, kicking the chair out of the way and facing him down, her fury barely concealed. He smelt like sweat and tobacco and she felt her lip curl. "What did you say?" Nicotine stained teeth were visible as his lip curled up.
Bree didn't back down. "You heard me," she said evenly, her accent giving her words a lilt that didn't quite make her sound as utterly deadly as she was. She felt his eyes rake over her, lingering at the scoop neck of her shirt before she continued. "I asked if you knew any real men."
The next thing that she knew, the hand that had lifted to grab her waist with the intention of pulling her closer had been twisted and broken, Bree turning immediately on the spot and elbowing the guy in the face, the sound of his nose and cheekbone breaking audible even over his howling as he staggered backwards, blood rushing from his nose. In less than thirty seconds, Bree could feel her blood singing as she found herself in the middle of a fight that she might have started but she was sure as shit going to finish.
There was no surprise from Nissa when Bree finally snapped, letting her frustration and aggression out on the idiots who couldn't take a hint. They were hardly innocent men, the types that didn't believe the word no applied to them, the sort who would keep badgering, get aggressive and demeaning when they weren't instantly met with the attention they wanted. Nissa knew the type, she regularly broke skulls herself when they got too bold.
Not that she needed to help today. All she needed to do was hold onto hers and Bree's drinks, and probably leave some money behind the bar for the damages, but still. That was only if she wanted to come back here again.
"Twenty bucks says she's crying in two minutes." There was a chuckle from behind her, and Nissa rolled her eyes. Were they watching the same thing here?
"A hundred says he is." She turned a cool gaze behind her, eyebrow raised expectantly while several of the patrons scoffed at her before taking her wager. Right as everyone heard an audible crack of bone, a grown man near screaming from the break, even as more of the group got into things. Nissa stayed where she was, if Bree needed her to crack a bottle on someone's head, she would, but right then, her wolf friend needed an outlet, and Nissa was happy to just make some money out of it.
They might need it for bail after all.
Not that she needed to help today. All she needed to do was hold onto hers and Bree's drinks, and probably leave some money behind the bar for the damages, but still. That was only if she wanted to come back here again.
"Twenty bucks says she's crying in two minutes." There was a chuckle from behind her, and Nissa rolled her eyes. Were they watching the same thing here?
"A hundred says he is." She turned a cool gaze behind her, eyebrow raised expectantly while several of the patrons scoffed at her before taking her wager. Right as everyone heard an audible crack of bone, a grown man near screaming from the break, even as more of the group got into things. Nissa stayed where she was, if Bree needed her to crack a bottle on someone's head, she would, but right then, her wolf friend needed an outlet, and Nissa was happy to just make some money out of it.
They might need it for bail after all.