Willamina Ravensdale (willie_raven) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-06-01 21:10:00 |
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Current location: | Sullivan's Bar |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | willie ravensdale, ~marcus locke |
Beer-ing It Up
Who: Willie and Marcus
When: May 22, Saturday Night
Where: Sullivan's Bar
Ugh! Another long, long day at the salt mines. Willie worked for a slave driver, that was for damn sure! He was just lucky that she LIKED her job, or she'd quit in a heartbeat. Of course, she wasn't sure what she would do with herself if she HAD to quit, but that was still a sorta dream that she held out for herself if things got just a little too bitchy at her work. She was fairly certain she had driven around every batchelor or bachelorette party in Vegas today, but was so relieved when she got off that she would have kissed the ground if it hadn't been covered with god knows what. This IS Vegas, after all. Who knows what's been done on that ground. Right now she was just trying to unwind with a glass of Guinness (she'll play nice with Irish people if they kept making nice beer like this, thank you) and enjoying the scenery, which meant that she was scoping guys.
Destiny? Had a way of being a BITCH. Marcus Locke had spent his entire life trying to avoid his. While his mother, his grandfather, and his great-grandmother had all been Watchers, he wanted no part of it. Vampires, werewolves, demons... it was all shit he knew existed, but shit he wanted no PART of. He wanted to live a nice, normal life, thanks. He even did his best to still serve the safety of others... only HE chose to do it by becoming a cop. So. What did he have to do on duty today? You guessed it... use the special wood-coated bullets he'd had made to take down a goddamn vampire. Seemed no matter how you tried to run from your destiny, it was always there waiting. Grumbling to himself as he walked into Sullivan's, he raised a tired brow to the bartender. "Shot of Jager, please."
Giving a hat-tipping gesture (had to be only a gesture, as he almost NEVER wore a hat, even on duty) to the blonde, he gave her a grateful, if tired, smile and hammered down his shot. "Thanks, blondie." He said with a gruff tone.
"Not a problem," Willie said to him. "Looked like you needed a bit of a break. Rough night on the job." She merely had some dude barf on her shoes. At least she usually didn't have life or death stuff.
"Like you wouldn't believe, kiddo." He looked her over, reminding himself that damn... in a town like Vegas? It seemed everyone from showgirls to limo drivers were gorgeous. "Looks like you ain't had the greatest of nights either." Granted, she likely hadn't nearly been killed shooting a vampire, nor would she likely have to wash dust out of her hair later, but still.
Willie nodded. "Just had a friend of a boy of the evening throw up Bartles and James all over my shoes. I didn't think they still sold the stuff, but that was all he was drinking." She laughed. "Did get a nice tip out of it, though."
"Here's another tip: try to stay away from idiots who can't hold their liquor." He tried not to snicker, shrugging with a noncommittal smirk. "I think I've seen you before... weren't you driving when we arrested that CEO with the warrant on him for tax evasion?"
"Yep that would be me," Willie said with a big grin. That night had been funny enough to almost make up for the fact that she got no tip for obvious reasons. "Gotta work with the drunkies, though. Better than them driving themselves."
"Yet when they do, they end up meeting me. So its better for them to see you, even apart from the more obvious reason of who's easier on the eyes." He laughed as he looked at her, noting finally that she had an interesting accent. "...not from around here?"
"See? That's how I look at it." She laughed. "Youre not too bad on the eyes yourself there. No, not from around here. Staying with my cousin while I look for a loft to stay at."
"I should get you in touch with my cousin. He deals in real estate." Marcus smirked, not one for pulling punches. "He tends to dick people over bad price-wise, but he's good to people I'm friends with."
"That would be great of you, actually," Willie said to him. "Cant afford too much right now, though. I'm mostly at the mercy of goof balls who might remember to tip me or not."
"If it helps?" He tried not to smirk when saying it, "I'm at the mercy of an idiot who may or may not remember to pay me..."
"Ooh that's bad. I at least always get my check, even if it's a bit paltry for what I got to put up with at times," Willie said.
"The Chief is... wow. Let's just say I occasionally wonder if they recruited special needs people for that position. Yowza." He rolled his eyes and took another shot. Funny enough? Prior to becoming a cop, he NEVER drank. Now he was an old pro.
"Sounds like our two bosses are two people cut of the same cloth. I'm just lucky that he let's his much more intelligent sister handle the money and the books," Willie said, taking a long drink of her beer.
"Then thank God for small miracles, eh?" Yeah, like the fact that he was a quick enough shot to shoot that vamp in the heart in mid-leap, otherwise? They wouldn't be HAVING this conversation right now.
"Oh yeah, miracles all around," Willie said to him, grinning at him for a moment. She liked this guy. Not in the 'want to date' sort of way, but she liked him all the same.
"If you don't mind my asking... girl looking like you, with a good personality to boot... there gotta be something you can do in this place to make more money than driving limos..." Not that he was suggesting anything crass, it was just that casinos tended to pay bartenders and serving girls a decent bit just to keep them when they looked that good.
"Sure, I could go and be a pretty face at some casino," she said with a slight shrug. "I like cars, though. I'm also the limo shop's mechanic, so I do a good bit of that as well. I'm kind of just your basic car girl, really," Willie told him.
"Really? Gotta say... I find that a pleasant surprise. Ain't used to seeing a girl that looks like you that... doesn't mind getting a little dirty." Did that sound vaguely sexual? Yeah. Swear to GOD he didn't mean it that way though.
She laughed, and hard. "Yeah, well, my dad was a mechanic as well, and I think he wanted or was expecting a boy. However, he got me so he taught me everything he knew instead."
"The funniest part of this being, you're a girl who likes manly things like cars... and I'm a guy who likes ridiculous things like romantic movies and cooking. Irony, hm?" He looked at his watch, grumbling to himself. "Shit. I didn't realize what time it was... I gotta get going..."
"A guy who likes romantic movies? You've got to be one of a kind," Willie said with a smirk. She nodded when he said that he had to get going. "That's fine. You take care, officer."
"Officer? C'mon... call me Marcus. And if you come here with any kind of regularity, trust me..." He winked, walking toward the door. "We'll meet again."