noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-14 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ace darling, complete, jayati guerra, player: alice |
Wipe the blood off my chin
Ace hadn’t been in town but a few hours. He’d found a hotel and dropped what little belongings he had in the room and then headed right back out. He had a few hours to tour the town before sunrise and he wanted to get a good look before he had to take shelter from the sun. This could be his home for a little while. Maybe. Probably. He’d probably stick around for at least a little while, see if this place had anything to offer him.
He’d walked around the town for a bit, getting a look of where everything was, then he walked into a bar. A drink or two, that was all he was going to go for, but then that turned into three and four, and then ten and eleven. He was, after all, a vampire and it took some time for him to get drunk but dammit he was apparently trying and he was getting there. Then some guy asked him a question. He grunted and gave a shrug of his shoulders. He hadn’t heard the questions, really, and he didn’t feel like talking. Things escalated from there. The other drunk guy started with ‘you think you’re too good’ to ‘don’t you know how to talk, boy’ and then there was yelling at his back. He just walled it off, ignored it like he did everything else. He finished his drink, laid some cash on the bar for his tab, and then got up to walk away. All the while he ignored the guy that seemed to want a fight. Then shit hit the fan. Apparently the guy had issues and he’d already decided he didn’t like Ace. Maybe it was the tattoos, maybe it was the piercings, or maybe it was just the fact that Ace was just better looking. Whatever it was, the walking away just pushed the wrong buttons on the guy and the next thing he knew he was pushed from behind. That was all Ace needed. He spun quickly, grabbed the guy by the throat and then tossed him across the room. The fight was on after that. Fists flew, the broke a few tables and chairs, glasses shattered to the floor. Ace knew the other guy wasn’t a vampire, he was pretty sure he was a werewolf though as he went on about something of some feud or some other bullshit Ace didn’t care about. All he cared about was ending the fight and that meant possibly killing the other guy which he was getting himself geared up to do. As a general rule, Jayati didn’t frequent the bars. Her self control wasn’t great once she got going, and she was self aware enough to know that once she started giving into something — violence, drinking, sex, any sort of vice that felt good, at least at first — then she was liable to just...keep going. That was why one of her few ‘drinking’ buddies was Nuno, which was only in Atlantic City. Nuno would tell her if she was being a dumbass, had a decent chance of holding back her two legged shape, and possibly most importantly, the liquor in the human bars was weak enough that by the time she downed enough she would probably be bored and tired. That, and drunk people were so often annoying and stupid. Too loud and handsy. Jayati had a fair amount of self-control, had to, but at the end of the day she was still a fire dragon for shitsake. At 3AM she was returning from a patrol shift, off the clock and only wanting a bite to eat that wasn’t the Vale diner, or the sometime sickening cheerfulness of the bakery. The fact that she was hoping Zander was at work tonight and available for her to run a few ideas by sealed the deal about stopping by The Long Way Down, and she wasn’t really prepared to open up the door and see someone fly across the room. Her eyes narrowed at the two men who seemed to be the center of it, the worse, even though like most bar fights it had already rippled out from them. One of the men was a Were that she knew, vaguely, and the other was new. Fantastic. A Wild Card. Jayati had half a mind to leave it, let Maeve’s muscle take care of it, but she found herself wading in anyway right in the middle of the two. “This is over!” Jayati’s focus was on the new guy, voice calm but full of authority, even if she wasn’t wearing anything that identified her as such. Apparently it was a mistake, because the guy she knew and thought she could predict, swung a barstool at her head. Whether he thought she would move so he could get to his real target, he was angry at her for intervening, or he was just in a rage even this far from the Moon, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. The thing broke on her skull, causing her to sway for a moment from the force of it, more startled than in any serious pain, but it was enough to kick her from annoyed to angry. The newcomer was a Vampire, she knew as her senses sharpened , the smell of sulfur in the air as her eyes glowed copper before her head whipped around towards the other man. Instead of backtracking he roared out at her, his own Wolf coming out more in the presence of another Predator. Most of the people around them had stopped, seeming to realize how deep shit he was in, watching to see what happened, and to add insult to injury she used no magic on him at all except for the fact that she was stronger than the average citizen. One hand snapping out to grab his still extended arm, twisting it around painfully and dropping an elbow on his, shoving it down in a way that joints were not supposed to bend, hearing a satisfying crack before she dropped it, hand lashing out towards his face like a snake, heel of her palm against his jaw with enough force that his head snapped back. “I said this is done.” It came out as a snarl, unnaturally loud in the suddenly quiet bar. Ace paused when a newcomer came into the mix. His green eyes lighted on her, narrowing as she told him that this was over. That pissed him off and a snarl pulled at his lips. This was not his fault. He had not antagonized the werewolf, he’d ignored and walked away. Tried to walk away. He would have reached for her and pulled her out of the way, was even in the middle of raising his arms when the stool crashed down on her head. Now that had been shitty. Ace was an asshole, but he wasn’t a complete dick. You didn’t attack anyone from behind, especially someone who wasn’t in the fight to begin with. He let out a growl, but before he could attack the werewolf, he caught the scent of sulfur and caught the change in the woman’s eyes. Well, fuck! Things just got a tad more interesting. He wasn’t exactly sure, but he was about 95% positive this woman was a dragon, or at least a fire witch or gifted with fire. But her eyes…. Dragon. He watched as she grabbed the werewolf, twisting it’s arm and he frowned. What was he supposed to do? “Why the fuck did you do that?” He asked, his voice low. He wanted to know why she’d interfered. The wolf might have needed a woman to step in, but he definitely had not needed her help. Now the guy was laying on his back, knocked the fuck out and not by his own doing. Fucking great. A woman did the job for him. One of the bartenders brushed past her with a thanks and an apology at once by their expression and the companionable pat on her shoulder. It was easy to tell by how the staff moved about along with the regulars that this was definitely not the first fight at the pub, though the muttering said the amount of furniture broken during this (albeit brief, apparently) skirmish was frustrating. A brief, deep breath had the more animalistic side of her quieting down, though it was still miffed, more at the surprise of the hit than the pain of it. The smell and the glow in her eyes died down with it as she turned from watching the Wolf’s friends haul his ass up to the Vampire who had the fucking balls to talk at her in that tone after seeing what she had done. “Because he broke a fucking stool on my head, you got any other dumb questions, skidmark?” It was a more cutting remark than she would usually let herself dish out on the clock, but she wasn’t right now, mostly, and besides, she didn’t give a shit. Her body turned fully towards him, eyebrow raised in both question and challenge. There wasn’t a lick of emotion on Ace’s face, his eyes dead as they bore into hers. She was a twat. Which he thought probably went with being a dragon. Mightier than thou type of attitude. He thought, if he stayed long enough, he would be happy to take on the task of knocking her down a peg or two. “Name calling? Interesting,” he said; it had not affected him one bit, he’d been called worse. A lot worse. “However, that isn’t what I meant. Why did you interfere?” Of course she would take out someone hitting her with a chair. “It wasn’t your fight.” Jayati watched until the Wolves were out the door, back home to lick their wounds probably, or the clinic if they were smart. It wasn’t the first time there had been a Wolf fight in town, they tended to wear more on the surface than most, so the town medical staff was (mostly) prepared for them. At least no one was shot, shit was just getting back to normal after that. “Because people’s businesses and workplaces are not your personal stomping ground.” What was he wanting? A speech? The man cleaning up paused in what he was doing, to ask the Sheriff if she was there for a bite or to talk to someone in particular, “Both, but I don’t think he’s here. I’ll take a plate of whatever is on special when you get a minute.” Once he had walked away with a nod she raised an eyebrow at the Vampire, “And there’s that too.” Ace would have gone so far as to explain that he was only protecting himself, that he had been attacked first, this this had been the werewolves personal stomping ground, but that would mean that he cared about this woman’s opinion of him and he did not. His eyes bounced around the room for a moment, taking in how they nodded to her when she looked at them, or interacted with her at all. It told him that she was probably someone of importance, someone well known in this little town. “Right,” he said as his eyes flitted back to hers. “Nice assumption there. I’m pretty sure I have somewhere else to be, somewhere else to go before someone calls the police on me.” Calls the police. That was hilarious, and Jayati let out a laugh at it, which made her growing headache throb but was worth it. At least she didn’t radiate ‘law enforcement’, that was always nice to know. The fact that she was in jeans, a leather jacket and a long sleeve shirt to break the wind when she was walking out in the open as she inspected the barrier for the last four hours. “You do that kid, have fun with that small town gossip and memory though.” This man had the distinct vibe of a city kid trying to prove himself, to be seen, and he would find that shit travelled fast. People found out about new arrivals who made a splash (and who didn’t because that could be just as interesting) quickly, especially when it happened in a crowd of witnesses. Some of which were bartenders, who were nearly as bad as barbers, if she had to list them. Jayati shook her head as she turned from him, making her way to a table against the wall that gave her a good view of the place to wait for her food. Ace clenched his back teeth together, shadows falling just beneath his cheekbones as he worked the muscles. There was something about Jayati that he wasn’t sure he liked, but surprisingly enough to him the urge to take her into a backroom somewhere and have his way with her was stronger than his dislike. He wasn’t sure if it were her dominance in how she came into the fight and just totally took over, or if it were how she talked to him. Whatever it was, the sexual urge was there. Thank god he had reason in him to hold it back and had total control to not let any type of emotion show. “If that is supposed to upset me, it doesn’t,” he said in remark to her words. Gossip? He could care less about. It wouldn’t be the first time that there had been gossip about him. Big whoop. He watched her walk away from him and he had to fight to keep his feet planted so he didn’t follow her. “I’m staying at the hotel at the edge of town,” he added to her parting back. “If you ever wish to continue this, you’ll know where to find me,” he finished with a very shark-like, toothy grin. “See you around,” he gave her a wink once she had turned around and sat. Then it was his turn to put his back to her and walk away. Before he got to the door, he handed the man with the broom some money from his wallet, enough to hopefully cover some of the damages, and then he was stepping out into the night air. |