Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-07-21 21:37:00 |
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What Part of 'No' Don't You Understand?
Who: Iris and David
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Night
Iris was trying to have a good time at Avarice tonight. It was one of the few places that she felt comfortable, but even that was slowly evaporating fast. Some guy with alcohol on his breath didn't seem to want to take no for an answer when she kept saying that she didn't want to dance with him. She was getting ready to telekinetically implant a beer bottle into his skull, even though she really, really knew that would be wrong to do. She just had to keep reminding herself of that.
With a lazy, drunken grin, the guy placed a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon... just... just one dance, what could it hur..." he was cut off by a large, tattooed hand grabbing his, and removing it from her shoulder as the crunching together of bone was heard. "It could hurt YOU, buddy... wanna get the hell out of the club before I drag you out?" The voice was deep and menacing... but nothing compared to the body it came from. He was tall, easily 6'6", beastly, with long hair and tattoos covering his face, neck and arms. His face piercings glinted slightly in the lights. ""And believe me when I say that if I drag you outta here... it's not gonna be fun for one of us. And that one ain't gonna be me."
The other man was drunk, yes... but not so drunk he couldn't see his life flashing before his eyes. With a incomprehensible stammer, he bolted out of the club like he was The Flash. The big man looked down at Iris and actually gave a sweet grin. "You alright, kid?"
Iris watched as the guy seemed to finally get the hint and get up and quickly scurry away from her. "Oh thank the gods," she said with a sigh as she watched him leave. "I'm alright. Thanks for that."
"Lemme talk to the bartender, get you a few free drinks just for being a champ here, ok?" He then added, as if as an afterthought. "Oh... I'm David. I kinda act as official club enforcer."
"A drink sounds awesome," Iris said with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, David. I'm Iris. So, you're like, the bouncer then?"
"You... could say that." He grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Ben calls me a Professional Ass-Kicker. I prefer to think of myself like one of the Corleone enforcers from The Godfather, m'self." He leaned toward the bar, whispering something to the bartender. "What can I have him get you, hon?"
"I'll take a margarita, actually," Iris said with a smile. Sure, it had a shit ton of calories in it, but, when you've come back from the dead, you tend to not care about things like that.
David said something else to the tender, who quickly made the drink and handed it to him. The tall man politely handed the drink to her, and nodded. "Here you go. Want me to stick around a few minutes, in case jackass there decided to try coming back?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea, actually," Iris said, sounding relieved that he would even suggest such a thing. She took a sip of her margarita. "Wow, this is good," she said, more to herself than anything.
"M'gonna guess yer not a regular?" He asked, more trying to awkwardly make conversation than anything. He was always a little scatterbrained around beautiful women. "I tend to recognize faces that are here all the time."
She shook her head. "I know the owner, but it's been a while since I went out anywhere, much less to a place like this," Iris said to him.
"Yeah... girl as pretty as you, Ben would definitely know you." He said with a laugh. Ben had a way of tracking down any good-looking woman who came in.
She laughed. "Well, I think I'm the only one that Ben hasn't nailed, so he'd definitely remember that."
Oh, now THAT made him laugh. "Oh, got some spunk, too. Good to see. So... what's a girl like you doin' here by yourself?" Yes, yes... to him? That was halfway decent flirting. David wasn't... well... we'll say thankfully, he's a much better fighter than pickup artist.
"Well, I'm trying to get out more often," Iris said to him when he asked what she was doing out. "I'm trying to get used to going out more often again. I don't want to become one of those shut ins that never leaves their home."
"Yeah... I love being outside, really. I've been known to hop on my bike, take off.... and not come back for days." And ti was true... once on his motorcycle, David was a bit of a road hog.
"I wish I could do things like that, actually," Iris said. She was too afraid of what could happen to just do things like that, though. Hell, she still feared random things like a brick falling off of a building and hitting her on the head.
"I'm... not a person who ever really worries about anything other than the present. Maybe that's why I do things like that." And one look at him pretty much said that. Nobody got this many piercings or tats that worried about the future.
It was hard to be like that when you've already died once, though. It made her paranoid as all hell, actually. "It would be nice to be more like that," she admitted. "It's not really in me, though."
"Well... if you ever wanna see what it's like to ride one, let me know. I could teach you. Or just take you for a ride on mine." He wasn't even trying to be flirty now, as much as he was just trying like hell to keep her talking.
She nodded. "I might just have to take you up on that offer," she said with a slight smile. She would love to actually know what it felt like to ride one of those.
"That'd be really great." He grumbled, then... seeing two college-aged boys started to push each other. "Dammit. Looks like I gotta go bust some heads."
She smiled. "Your work must never be done here, is it?" she asked.
He grinned, there... the grin of someone about to go get into some shit. "....nope. But damn, do I love it."
"Well then I suggest jumping into the fray then," Iris said to him. He certainly looked like he loved it.