elizabeth。 S U T H E R L A N D。 (teethandbones) wrote in wolfiesic, @ 2012-05-02 21:32:00 |
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As far as first impressions went, The Rowdy was making a fairly decent one. It was loud and rambunctious, and the music was a happy medium between decent pop and techno - none of that sad and lonely country shit that Beau loved to listen to. Still, she would've been having more fun had he decided to come along, but with the full moon coming up, Beau was very much all work and no play. But that didn't mean Elizabeth couldn't have a little fun, so when she saw the advertisements for "Jello Wrestling" night at The Rowdy, she knew she'd have to partake. Maybe she wouldn't be doing any of the wrestling, but she would certainly be spectating. "You cheated!" The man's breath was sharp with whiskey, and his cheeks were flushed with anger. He was her most recent victim of manipulation, if you could even call him a victim. It was his fault that he'd been willing to put down three-hundred dollars on a game of pool, and alright, maybe he wouldn't have done that if Elizabeth hadn't pretended as though she could barely hold a cue correctly, never mind that she was, in fact, a fantastic pool player. His first mistake had been believing the 'meek girl' act, and his second mistake had been underestimating her once they did get started. Smirking, Elizabeth stuck the collection of twenties into her back pocket and shrugged her slender shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about," she mused, her hands moving to rest on her hips. In his defense, she'd played her part well. Elizabeth had always been able to manipulate people to get what she wanted; as a hunter, it's what kept her pockets lined with cash when she and Beau would run low. Tonight, she had every intention of suckering some poor drunk man into coughing over cash, which was why she'd gotten dolled up. Her makeup was darker than usual - her eye makeup consisted of smokey grays and thick smudges of liner, and her lips were a dark shade of crimson. The outfit was simple enough, but she pulled off the black v-neck tee and frayed denim skirt well, and the cowgirl boots added a nice touch of Texas, which she still missed fiercely. "Better luck next time, alright?" Elizabeth mocked, ignoring his glare to turn and walk over to the bar. When she saw a familiar face standing just a few feet away, she had to check twice to make sure it was who she thought it was. Sure enough, the man at the bar was none other then Trey Avila. The two of them had never met before, but she'd seen him plenty of times. As far as she knew, however, he'd never seen her, which gave her a definite upper hand. Smirking, she hopped up on the stool closest to him and ordered herself a beer, careful to make it look as though she picked the spot at random. Once the bar tender gave her the requested beer, Elizabeth took a drink and gave a sidelong glance at the werewolf. "Not feeling the Jello wrestling, huh?" she asked, alluding to the fact that he wasn't competing in the wrestling himself. |