Baily Doesn't Do Flirting All That Well
Who: Baily and Taylor Where: Avarice When: Monday, Jan 19
The half-demon fighter Taylor Finnigan had come to Avarice mostly to meet with Ben, to get his payoff from the previous week's match. But once there... he was amazed... the music, the atmosphere... he felt at home. So even after meeting with Ben, he'd stuck around, looking sharp if not a liiiiittle out of place in simple jeans, boots, and a slightly wrinkled, black button-down shirt. He stood at the bar, just listening silently to the music, a lazy smile on his face.
Baily was on her break for the moment, so she decided to come down to the bar for a bottled water or something before she went back up to the DJ booth. It was hot as a bitch up there tonight, so she was a little sweaty, her tank top sticking to her skin. She sat down at the end of the bar, quickly ordering a drink from the bartender and downing half of it before even taking a breath.
Taylor raised a brow leeringly at Baily, obviously enjoying the unintentional show she was giving him. "Well. Gotta say, at the risk of sounding like a stalker, I could stand here and watch you all night."
Baily narrowed her eyes, letting out a low growl before turning to see just who in the hell was talking to her. OK, so not human, so no death would be involved, but still. "Risk taken and failed."
"Calm it down, girl... you act like nobody's ever flirted with you before." He stepped to her and extended a hand. "Name's Taylor."
He stared at his hand for a second before tentatively reaching out to shake it. "Baily," she told him. Well, Ben had told her to be nice, didn't he?
He looked deeply into her eyes as she spoke, sensing something... more than human about her. It was one of his abilities, almost a radar of sorts. He smirked then, giving a pleased sigh. "And so unlike the other sheep here."
Baily looked at him for a moment. "I think calling them sheep is being a bit nice," she told him. Still, she knew exactly where he was coming from. She had no clue how Ben could stand to be here mixing with all of these people night after night when he was so much better than that.
He paused, as another girl, with eyes that gave her away as being also more-than-human, approached him with a ticket of some sort and a pen. "Excuse me.... would you mind signing this? Great fight this weekend." He nodded, scribbling his name onto the ticket, loving the rare occasion when he was recognized away from the arena. The girl grinned and pranced away, as he looked back at Baily. "Sorry about that."
She shrugged. "Great fight? Are you a boxer or something?" Ben would have a fit. Baily's pretty sure that he's never seen her have a half civil conversation with anyone outside of the family before. Then again, she hasn't had the chance to meet many outside of her family other than stupid people.
"Or something, yeah." He cracked his neck a little, then his knuckles. "I'm in the SFA... Supernatural Fighting Alliance. Not a lot of... 'normals'... know of it."
"Ah," she said with a knowing nod. She knew about Ben's little side enterprise, and figured that his girlfriend would probably shit a brick when she found out about it. Not any of her business, though. "That's cool. I've been meaning to catch a fight or two. Been busy with work, though."
"You've heard of it? Great!" He couldn't help but wonder what powers or abilities this strange girl held in her petite frame.
"Yeah I've heard of it," she said. "That kind of stuff is good for getting the blood pumping. How do you like doing it?"
"I love it, actually. Comes natural to me... I have a 21-1 record so far, so I'd say it's something of a high." He took a moment to look at her again, just to appreciate the view. "So, you got a full name? Maybe even a phone number?"
She narrowed her eyes a little at him again, but this time didn't growl at him, so it was a vast improvement from before. "Baily Bale. I'm here more often than anything resembling a home. I'm a DJ."
"Bale? Get outta here..." He laughed, shaking his head. "So... you're related to the boss?"
"I didn't get the job for my people skills," she said with a half smile. She at least knew her limitations when it came to socializing. "Ben and I are cousins."
"Hm. Somehow I suspect he'd stick me in midcard hell for months if he saw me flirting with you." Then he let that snarky little smirk take over again. "Yet, I can't seem to stop myself."
"First he'd die from shock to see me talking to someone." And not trying to eat their face, she added mentally. "I doubt he'd do anything to bad to you."
"Well, I admit that you being related to him changes a lot." He actually seemed serious here, which was mildly amusing. "Normally, I'd already be trying to get in your pants... but now I fear that would lead to my inevitable downfall."
She tilted her head at him, as if studying him for a moment. "You'd have to try a lot harder than just a few sweet words to get into my pants," she said with a half grin. "Might as well make it worth your inevitable down fall, right?" She stood up. "My break is up, but...if you feel like taking the danger of chatting again, I'm always around."
"And that seems like a challenge well worth accepting." He grinned, giving her another long once-over. "I think you'll be seeing me here again."
"I hope you're worth it," she said, turning to go. She looked back over her shoulder once before finishing her way to the DJ booth. At least he might be a good distraction until she was done here. Harmless enough, anyway.