the hills are on FIRE [SHANE]

[logan]

“Oh my God, Logan…seriously? A tamagachi? You’re seriously sitting there, feeding a tamagachi?”

Glancing up from the keychain egg in his hands, he did his best not to react to his friend’s incredulous expression. Looking as mussed and baby faced as always, Benjamin Winchester, Hunter and all around fellow bad ass, gave him a pair of google eyes that would have made him laugh, if the situation wasn’t so damn sad. Yes, the mighty had fallen so low that he was actually playing with a child’s toy in the middle of a crowded bar/restaurant.

Hell, then again, he’d already lost his mind years ago, so why would this have fazed the younger man?

With a scowl at the pair of google eyes currently being aimed in his direction, Logan fidgeted in his seat and slid the electronic egg into the pocket of his leather jacket. One hand came up to run scarred fingers through his dirty blond hair.

“What? I talked to one of my old contacts, and he said you’re on the road to ‘re-assimilating’ with the outside world when you can take care of a pet,” He replied smoothly, his inner city accent floating over the low rumble around them. “And since I got no permanent address…I figured it was this or the chia pet.”

For a minute there, he was able to bask in the wonder that was stunned silence. But once his words seemed to sink into the Hunter’s head, Ben burst out laughing…and kept on going until he fell right out of his chair.

Damn it, that was just uncalled for! This was exactly why he didn’t freaking ‘go out for drinks’ with anyone save his own annoying self, dammit! With a glower that should have made the younger man melt on the spot, the ex-Marine slid out of his stool and stomped toward the bar counter.

“Aw, where you going, Lo? I was just joking!” Ben gasped after him, still laughing like a lunatic.

Grumbling a few choice curse words under his breath, the elder Hunter plopped down on the stool farthest from his now giggling- and people said Winchesters were scary…fuck that shit- so-called 'friend.'

With a happy little beep, the electronic 'Eddie' in his pocket assured him that the pretend food he'd given it had been satisfactory, and he gave his pocket a little pat. Hell, Ben should know by now that he was a bit off his rocker; he never lived in one place for too long, booby trapped everything he owned, and refused to trust anyone with his name until he'd known them for years. Hell, he'd only agreed to go out that night with Ben because he knew the Hunter for going on 3 years, and had saved the little prick once or twice. There was that whole 'you watched my back' bond that, to an ex-soldier like him, ensured some sense of loyalty.

Now, of course, he was regretting letting the asshole into his 'Friends Category.' With a little flick of his wrist, he motioned for the bartender to come over, while his eyes constantly roamed the room. There were so many unknown faces...so many potential dangers, that his eyelid started doing that twitchy dance again. Sometimes, he really did hate his overly active paranoia...even if it did keep him alive.

Isolated...but hell, still alive.

”Gimme a bourbon and keep ‘em coming,” He said curtly, when the bartender moved toward him. Then, with a nod in Ben’s direction, an evil little smile came onto his lips. ”And go bring the Nancy over there the fruitiest thing you got. Thanks.”



WORDS; enough
TAG; Shane
MUSE; Luffs you!
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[shane]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

The Silver Bullet.

Shane had been coming here for as long as she could remember to let her hair down and relax.

Tonight was no different.

After a full weeks work at the club, she wasn't in the mood to deal with the hassle of playing nice and the old roadside bar and grill had a reputation for letting sleeping dogs lie. Around here, her reputation as a white witch was no secret but the hunters had long ago decided that she wasn't worth the effort of trying to get rid of and she'd fallen into sharing a few drinks with the elder Jordan when her nights off fell on his. She suspected he just liked a pretty face to talk to and they'd fallen into a friendship of sorts that was nice and easy. It was the one place in the world that, while the clientele might oogle her assets, they knew better than to act upon whatever idiotic thoughts might fly through their pea brain little minds. THe last man that had tried had caught Curse's shotgun upside the head and a nice reminder of his manners.

Just hte memory of that one had her smiling as she stepped from her classic cherry red mustang. Dressed in tight fitting jeans and a sapphire blue chemise, she drew eyes from all over the bar as she stepped inside and brushed an escaped tawny curl from her face. Eyes bluer than a Texas sky surveyed the scene in front of her and then she was strolling forward to greet the older gentleman behind the bar with a laugh and hug.

"Hey Jordan, you old cuss.. How you doing?? Have any of that special whiskey saved back for me?? You know how I adore that "good stuff"."


Giving him a beaming smile, she then glanced around the bar and nodded at a few familiar faces before her gazed landed on a not so familiar one. Since he was sitting a few places down from her she gave him a grin too and then frowned when she heard a beeping.

Tilting her blond head sideways, she took up the glass Curse slid her and then heard the chirp again. Giving the stranger a look, she leaned backwards to observe him and then spotted a likely looking indention in his back pocket.

"OHHHHHH.... You have one of those too?? Mine died a long time ago.. never could find the damned thing when it went dead and it kept getting tossed in the laundry.... "she said before sliding on to a stool and crossing long, slender legs. "Interesting.... Is it your kids or something you do for bordom??"

OKies, so maybe that wasn't the best start up to a conversation and the dude looked like he was already peevish but what was he going to do? Bit her head off? There was another dark haired man laughing his ass off in the corner but Shane simply arched a brow inquiringly at him before turning back to the older man.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Curse shaking his head but she shrugged. Everyone needed a bit of conversation right?? In her line of work, she'd learned that no matter how growly one might come across... they all could use just a friendly ear.

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for Logan. it happens to be a lot of words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is your notes here

[logan]

Hunched over his beer, Logan did his best to relax and have a good time. He remembered the days back when, when he’d go out for a beer with his buddies. They’d get drunk, hit on the local ladies who’d show up just to see a man in uniform, then go home to his beautiful wife, who waited for him with open arms. Ah, yeah, that was the good life. When the world was black and white, and he had a reputation that he could be proud of.

He guzzled down half the bottle as he mentally laughed at that. What did he have now? Aching joints, crows feet around his eyes and about fifteen arsenals in the different safe houses he alternated staying in, and a lovely reputation for being one of the most crazy-paranoid hunters in the business. There was actually a rumor going around, saying that he’d trussed up a fellow hunter and cut him into tiny little pieces, for stepping foot on his land.

Shit, it was official; he was misunderstood in both his old circles and his new one. The guys in the Marines that used to stand at his back thought he was a looney tune, after claiming a monster tore through his men, and now the local Hunters thought he was some nut job with too many guns and nothing else to do but commit murder. Damn, it was a mystery why he didn’t just blow his fuckin’ brains out and get it over with.

Taking another gulp of his beer, he sighed and gave Eddie a little pat when he beeped again. Yeah, he understood him, right? Eddie the Tamagachi.
Gah, he was insane…

The sound of happy voices drew his eyes up from the counter and hot damn, was he ever happy about it. There was someone hugging Curse, the owner of the bar/restaurant and hell if he didn’t wish that he were as lucky as that guy. With that impish smile and flowing blond hair, the woman was a painting come to life. Just like everyone else in the bar with red blood and testosterone in their system, he had to stop what he was doing and stare. Damn…he’d love to steal her away to his cabin in the woods.

…And great, now he was thinking like the crazy hermit that everyone thought him to be. Wonderful. Next thing he knew, he’d be measuring her up for a hole in the ground under his basement. GAH!

When the woman turned to scan the crowd, he quickly looked back down at the counter. Poor girl probably didn’t want to see the dirty old man in the corner giving her google eyes, he thought with a little snort of amusement. She was probably there to see Ben, or one of the other younger Hunters in the place. Ah, yeah, his season was over and he was content to live out the rest of his life, alone—

Or maybe not. Hello, hot lady at three o’clock, talking to him. Holy crap, whatever he’d done right in his life, he was definitely willing to do again. And again, and again, and again…

A flicker of surprise flashed across his face as he looked up at her. For a minute there, it took him a minute to realize what ‘those’ were, and when he did, his ears immediately colored. Crap, Eddie, stop beeping! No guy over twelve plays with your kind…and too late, she knew he was the source of the being. Great…now he was both a psycho AND a weirdo who liked child’s toys.

”I’m…uh…watching it for someone,” He said, after a beat. Giving his pocket an absent pat, he shrugged nonchalantly. Ha, nice save! ”My…nephew. I’m watching it for my nephew while he’s away.”

A sideways glance at Ben showed him that the young man was still giggling, but now using his spot on the floor to attempt to glance up the woman’s skirt, before Curse gave him the evil eye. Logan had to bite back a smile at the thought that, out of all the men in the bar, the angel had deemed to speak to him.

It was a thought that made him all warm and fuzzy inside for about two minutes, until his paranoia kicked in. Yeah…why did she want to speak to HIM? Did she want something? Did she know him? Was she there to do some kind of harm; get some kind of information to pass on to someone who DID know him? The questions flickered through his mind and he slowly began to tense back up.

Whatever surprise or amusement had been on the Hunter’s face died, then. Now, his face wiped clean of all emotion, he looked back at her with a frown.
”May I help you with something? Or did you just come over here to ask me silly questions?”





WORDS; enough
TAG; Shane
MUSE; Luffs you!
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[shane]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

Ok, so maybe she shouldn't have just started talking a stranger up. At least, not at The Silver Bullet. Curse had often warned her away from various men but public relations was the name of the game in her world and she often times spoke before she really thought things through.

This instance was no different. It was only natural to her and his biting retort only made a slim brow arch upward and a slightly mocking smile play about her ruby red lips. With a small, negligent shrug that showed that she didn't take offense to his snarky comments, Shane reached for the bottle of the "good stuff" Curse had put before her and poured two tumblers half full.

"Well, seeing how drinking alone sucks out loud... I was just thinking maybe you would have a drink with a lady but if your not interested.... I assume the charming wastrel on the floor might accommodate me?? I'm sure his juvenile behavior can be forgiven if hes the "nephew" in questions who your are guarding the pet for..... Is he a bit touched in the head or is this some sort of new pick up scenerio I haven't seen before?? I could have sworn he resembled a picture of Ben Winchester that my friend Kayla showed me but.. I've never been much good with faces.... "

Picking up her glass, she saluted him and then gave the younger man a saucey grin before leaning down and whispering in his ear.

"And yes, darlin.... Its red and no.. you don't have a chance in hell of seeing it up close and personal... "

Giving him a wink that took all insult away from her words, the blond turned back to the bar and picked up her bottle. With a grin at Curse, she stepped back and headed towards an empty back table near the pool tables.

"If you boys decide to lend a lady a hand with this bottle... feel free to join me... Otherwise... I think I'll practice my game at the tables."

Putting an extra sway to her hips, the dancer ambled away from the three men and set her bottle down on the table in question. Picking out a cue from a long line up, she turned towards the table and frowned. It really was no fun playing by herself but.. Beggers couldn't be choosers. With an evil grin playing about her lips, she made a show of leaning over to rack the balls and wondered if the gruff dude would be able to hold his cold demeanor.

Ok, so she wasn't playing fair but... Who said life was fair??

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for Logan. it happens to be a bunch of words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is your notes here

[logan]

For a minute there, Logan felt the faint traces of guilt as he watched his words sink into the beautiful woman’s head. He could practically see the questions moving through them; had he just insulted her? Why was he such a douchebag? Steeling his spine, he waited for the caustic retort he knew was coming, and braced himself for her to toss her drink in his face. It was a game to him now; how to run off the strangers, before they could worm their way into his life.

He already had enough trouble with his doctor friend and her lover; he seriously doubted that he needed such a vivacious woman screwing up his already dysfunctional life. Then again, he thought with an inner laugh, why the hell would she ever want to get involved with him, in any definition of the word?

So, there he sat; waiting for the fallout from his latest snarled comment. He was expecting irritation, righteous anger…basically anything but the smile that curved those painted lips. Once again, he felt a bit of color creep into his ears and he fought against the sudden urge to fidget. Good Lord, how old was he? Twelve? Clenching his jaw, he forced himself not to move, and ignore the current burning in the tips of his ears. Thank God for the half-beard on his cheeks that were hiding the blush’s travel down to his neck…

When she mentioned Ben, however, the Hunter couldn’t stop his lips from twitching upward. Said ‘wastrel’ was completely ignorant to the fact that he’d been found out and was still trying to see up her dress. A scowl suddenly marred his features and he chucked an unmanned dishtowel his way. With a yelp at the sudden missile coming straight at his head, Ben ducked, then sat up to give the two of them a confused look. Stupid kids…he swore, guys these days were just all out rude. Man, in his day, a woman was supposed to be treated with reverence and respect. Not…ogled like some kind of man-treat. Gah.

”He’s not my nephew, but you can say he’s a bit off in the head,” He said, after downing the rest of his beer. He wanted to pick up that second tumbler that he was guessing was poured for him…but he couldn’t bring himself to touch it. Those damn voices were whispering in his head again; wanting to know why she was talking to him, if she’d slipped something in his drink. Fuck, just ONCE, he’d love for them to shut the hell up.

It was with a grumble and another curse under his breath that Logan watched the woman saunter away. Just as she’d probably been planning, his eyes could do nothing but lower down to that sauntering derriere. The little minx; she was completely aware of what she was doing, wasn’t she? Damn, but he was intrigued.

For his part, Ben seemed to take her little declaration in stride. Pushing himself to his feet, he ambled over to where Logan sat, a wide grin on his face.
”Jeeze, just take a look at her,” He said, awe in his voice. ”Both beautiful and smart, man; you’ll never find that kind of combination often. But unfortunately for me, the ‘smart’ part’s kind of a turn off for this Hunter.”

He gave his friend a clap on the shoulder, and immediately removed his hand at the glower that resulted. Putting his palms up in an ‘I surrender’ position, the younger Hunter motioned towards the pool table where Shane had retreated to. ”Why don’t you go over there, Lo? What harm could that do? You’d just play some pool, have a good time…talk to someone that’s not one of your conspiracy theorist buddies, or me. C’mon, Logan…let loose a little. She’s got booze.

Logan just shifted in his stool, eyeing the woman as she moved around the billiards table. Ben’s nudges were making him more uncomfortable by the minute, and the urge to leave was strong. There were too many unknowns; too many strange faces and end games that he couldn’t figure out. Seriously…why did she come over and talk to him, of all people? Did she need her danger fix for the night, or something? He should leave; go back to his truck and head on over to the safe house he had set up in the next state over.

And yet, despite his common sense, he found himself pushing up out of the stool and giving Ben a little shove when the younger man nudged him with his elbow. Snagging the new bottle of beer that the bartender slid in front of him, he took a long swallow, then proceeded to do something he hadn’t dared to do in a very long time: he took a risk.

Those mingling around the bar seemed to know instinctively to move out of his way, as he strolled over to the pool table. Stopping when he stood across from Shane, he took another sip of his beer and watched her as she moved.

His voice was gruff and his stance tense as he replied, inner city accent strong. ”I never said I wasn’t interested in a drink. You playin’ alone, or you want company with your game, too? I gotta warn you…I’m pretty damn good at pool.”





WORDS; enough
TAG; Shane
MUSE; Luffs you!
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[shane]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

Hmmm... So maybe the old dog wasn't all bark after all.

Shane couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when the older gentleman joined her at the back table and she let a smile spread over her lips in welcome. The fact that he didn't look all that happy to actually BE there only made her feel more comfortable as she arched a brow and leaned on the wood grain siding. If the younger man had come back, she'd have immediately shored up all her normal defenses because that boy had PLAYEH written all over him and she was much to used to dealing with his sort. They generally were after one thing and one thing only so she took them with a grain of salt and dismissed them with much the same.

As a dancer, she'd learned to read the signs and while she used her looks to their best advantage... She made sure they knew where the line was drawn and never stepped outside of it. She had enough complications in her life without dealing with a pretty boy toy with an ego complex.

This man, though... This man gave off a different sort of air. Strangely, it was one that made her feel at ease and although she'd seen the light of appreciation in his dark depths.. He obviously wasnt out for a quick cop and feel. A feeling of old school intelligence and manners hung about him like a cloak along with a feeling of bitter resignation at life in general. This was a man who'd obviously taken some hard hits in life but at least he was still walking around on his own two feet. Shane could definitely respect that.

However, she sensed that it wouldn't do to let HIM know that she'd deciphered all that about him. Male pride and all that. So, she simply poured them both a drink and held out a glass over the table.

“Well now... Seeing as how I invited you back for a game... I'd say that I'm in the mood for company.” she said with twinkling eyes that lent themselves to mischief. “I have to warn you though... I play a mean game myself.. and I'm not above cheating to win....”

Tossing back her shot, the little blond set her tumbler down with a thump and then shook a bit at the burn of liquor. Contrary to the fact that she worked in a bar, she didn't make a habit of getting snookered. She saved that for the rare nights she came in here and knew she had someone to watch her ass if shit got crazy.

“So.. you wanna bust em or do you want me too?? Gentleman's choice tonight!” she drawled out, leaning on her pool cue even as she tilted her head and gazed at him. “Oh.. and I'm Shane, by the way... I forgot to introduce myself back there.... Curse is an old friend of mine so forgive me if I come on to strong... I tend to spend my free nights in here because its the one place I can count on back up if someone gets stupid...”

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for Logan. it happens to be a bunch of words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is your notes here

[logan]

Logan was torn between amusement and feeling insulted at the expanse of surprise on the woman’s face. What, did she think he was too chicken to take her up on that challenge and ‘come on down?’ He was probably being just a tad too touchy, but the smile on her face was enough to make a certain part of his body twitch…which was both unwelcome and quite uncomfortable. Damn, he should have listened to his common sense and stayed over at the bar. He didn’t need this kind of aggravation…

Despite himself, he found a small smile curving his lips at the teasing twinkle in her eyes. Ben was right; she was both intelligent and beautiful. It was a dangerous mix in a woman, and for a minute, he wondered if he should listen to those warning bells in his head. He was certain that, if he wasn’t careful, he could grow to like this woman. With those big eyes and easy smile…oh yeah, he could really grow to like her a lot.

Fuck, he was a dirty old man. She was all of what? Three? Damn, he needed to go back home and forget he’d ever been in a bar.

”Cheating, huh?” He replied, hint of a chuckle in his voice. ”Thanks for the warning, but it’s a bit hard to cheat at pool. If I catch you moving your ball around, there will be consequences.”

Though the words could be taken as a dire threat coming from the likes of his, he figured that the grin he flashed in her direction before moving to the cue rack would soften things a bit. As he picked up a well weighted one and used the chalk on the side of the table, he wondered at that. Man, he hadn’t really smiled in…well, in a very long time. But it seemed to be easy to relax around the vivacious woman.

He would have to keep his guard up double time.

When she moved to down her shot, he took a gulp of his beer and scanned the room around them out of pure habit. He took in various buldges about the hunters, eyed the civilians and traded a short glance with Curse as the bar owner made his rounds. Feeling the beginning of a buzz slide into his mind, he rolled his shoulders and turned back to the woman.

”Lady’s first. Go ahead and break,” He gave her a little nod when she introduced himself, then leaned back on the wall across from the table. ”I’m Logan. It’s nice to meet you, Shane…and forgive me for saying, but you don’t look like the kind of woman who might need someone to help you tell a guy you ain’t interested.”

He couldn’t help but point it out. He’d trained fighting men and woman, and knew one of their ilk. He had a feeling that, despite the feminine softness about her, there was a hidden part of her that could easily knock out a few of his teeth.




WORDS; enough
TAG; Shane
MUSE; Luffs you!
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[shane]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

His comment about cheating cause Shane to laugh and she arched a brow at him.

“Oh, baby.. if you only KNEW how many ways there is to cheat at poll!” she teased. “Women perfected the art down to a tee and if you haven't had someone try them on you... Then you've been playing with the wrong people!”

Letting her laughter trail back, she edged around the front of the table and let her gaze drift to the balls. Licking her bottom lip, she tilted her head and looked at the pockets before glancing up at him.

“Nice to meet you, Logan.... And your right... I'm quiet capable of busting a beer bottle over a man's head if the need arises but.... its something that I try to avoid if possible. Don't get me wrong.. I'm not a push over or anything.. I just don't believe a girl has to go around acting like a man all the time. I'm perfectly happy being female and I only go to extreme measures when I'm provoked.”

Giving a small shrug that allowed one side of her chemise to slip off a shoulder, she made a show of leaning down over the table and lining up a hard shot that scattered the balls across the table and spun two solids into seperate corner pockets. Some inner imp made her linger there a bit longer than necessary so that the view teased her companion a bit before standing up and sauntering around the table edge to view her prospects.

“Well, would you lookie there... Must be ladies luck tonight!” she teased impishly before deciding on another shot that gave him a nice view of long, well turned legs and a short skirt that rode up just south of improper. A quick backwards glance over her shoulder made her grin as she saw where his gaze was trained and she almost felt guilty for teasing him.

Almost... but not quiet.

Ok, so Shane knew exactly what she was doing but she couldn't help but play the coquette.There was cheating... and then there was cheating. At least her sort was enjoyable and something about this man made her wanna make him smile. She had a feeling he didn't do it much and she felt the need to let off a bit of steam. Maybe they both would get lucky tonight.

Taking her shot but distracted, she missed the pocket and let out a soft curse. Shrugging good naturedly, she stood back up and turned to her companion.

“The tables yours, sir....”

Then, picking up the bottle she poured another shot and eyed him over the rim.

“So... Logan... What do you do for fun besides glower at people and hang out with insane young friends??”

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for Logan. it happens to be a bunch of words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is your notes here

[logan]

It was actually kind of funny; how much of an effort he was putting into NOT staring at her ass when she bent over to break. Locking his eyes on the ceiling, he contemplated the various stains and waited patiently for the sounds of the balls rolling around the table. Man, but he was too old for this, he thought with a little sigh. His libido should have died along with his sense of trust. And anyway…the girl was young enough to be his daughter, if he wanted to go that far.

Then again, there was that saying about dogs and new tricks. Damn, he was a dirty old man.

”Hopefully, you’re not provoked so often,” He said smoothly, looking back at her when she straightened up. A wry smile clung to his lips as he eyed the balls around the table and bit back the urge to laugh. Oh yeah, ‘ladies luck’ indeed…she knew exactly what she was doing, didn’t she?

Which was what, he couldn’t help but wonder. A girl like that, talking to a grumpy fuck like him…he just couldn’t get over it. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Ben watching them with a wide smile on his face. When he caught him looking at him, the younger hunter made a ‘shooing’ motion at him, urging him to keep talking to the lady.

As if he needed any prodding to do just that. It was actually kind of nice; having a polite conversation with someone with half a brain. No offense to Curse’s clientele, but after listening in on various ‘break up’ stories, and people whining about their friends or spouses, he was sure that the world’s IQ had dropped tremendously. It was half the reason why he hardly socialized anymore; he doubted he’d have anything in common with the people hanging around.

…Not that he thought he had anything in common with THIS woman, either. Where he was scarred and paranoid, she was quirky and smiling. Maybe that was why he found himself pushing those doubtful thoughts away? Huh…who would’ve thought?

Leaning over the table, Logan lined up his shot and pretended not to notice the fact Shane had caught him staring at her derierre. He frowned as he squinted at the little red ball in front of his cue, then took his shot. Two balls slid into the side pocket and he straightened with a triumphant grin.

A grin that was immediately replaced by a ‘oh crap’ look, when he unthinkingly answered ”I clean my guns.” Oh yeah, THAT didn’t just make him look like a psychopath!

Wincing, he missed his next shot and straightened, rubbing at the back of his neck. ”Er, that is…nothing much. I’m a ‘stay at home and relax’ kind of guy.”




WORDS; enough
TAG; Shane
MUSE; Luffs you!
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[shane]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

Really, she suspected she outta take pity on the poor man.

He was obviously TRYING to play the gentleman and she wasn't playing fair. Unfortunately... For some reason, it seemed like a challenge to Shane. It had been so long since she'd meet a man who didn't immediately try to cop a feel or get a free look that she found her interest peeked at how far or how long it would take him to break. By the look Curse was shooting her from the front counter, she knew she was playing with fire but for the first time in a long time... She was having fun.

Besides, she suspected that she wouldn't be at all displeased to be burned by the fire this man was currently trying to keep banked. For all that he looked like a grumpy, tempermental ol goat... Shes supected that there was a side of him that he kept locked away and didn't trust to anyone. A side she suspected would make a woman melt and have her screaming his name in pure pleasure when he finally did let it out.

And it was THAT thought that jarred her back to earth.

WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING??

Feeling a small frown flicker over her brows, Shane shot him a circumspect look as he took his shot and let her eyes travel over his worn form. There was nothing slick or polished about him but for some reason.. That appealed to her. At the club she worked at, she saw enough pretty boy billionaires that were all show as long as they could flash some bills to make the problems go away but very little go when they were faced with a situation that called for more than a bit of daddy's money. She'd long ago learned to see beyond a pretty face to the true character a man had underneath and the man across from her.... There were shadows that lingered in his soul but not the ones that came from cowardice or a dishonorable life.

No, she suspected just the opposite to be exact.

And for some reason... That made her want to get to know him all the more.

There went the warning bells.

Unfortunately, she had never been the smart one. She never walked way but because something might be a bit .. dangerous. And there was no doubt in her mind that this man could be VERY dangerous.

Shaking her head as she heard the returned answer roll from Logan's lips and then his fast move to cover them up, Shane ambled forward and gave him an amused grin. Her eyes laughed a bit as she looked back to the table before responding.

“You like to clean your guns, huh?? You think that should shock me?? I think you forget where we are at and just what kind of bar this is... I'm quiet familiar with the sorts of men who come in here looking for some of Curse's special..... deals.”

Finding a shot open, Shane wandered around the table and lined it up before sinking two more solids. Her eyes glanced up briefly to meet his before she ran the table again.

“I suppose..... In the nature of being completely honest.. Since I suspect that your a hunter... I should tell you that I'm a witch. I use white magic, of course and have no pact with demons so I'm harmless to your sort.... But... If you have a problem with playing with a supernatural of any sort..... Now might be a good time to walk away......”

Taking one last shot that hit the runner and bounced off, Shane straightened up and shot him a look that was challenging even though she didn't realize it.

“So... what will it be, Logan?? Your shot or do I win? Are you going to be scared of a little female like me or are you going to be tougher than the rest. Most gentleman don't get past this stage of the game....”

Well, hell... She hadn't meant to be that blunt but ... Damn it, she was tired of all the pussyfooting around she had to do and for once, she wanted someone to just be real. Just be up front and straight with her. She was what she was and she wasn't going to change that for anyone. If others didn't like it? They could take it and smoke it in their peace pipe.

Unfortunately, that didn't keep her from hoping. Hoping that this one might just be different. This man ..This man seemed as if he might just be man enough to be genuine.

Damn, she was truly an idiot. She'd probably just sent him screaming for the door as he'd already looked like thats where he'd like to be going.

With a small shrug, Shane moved to the whiskey bottle and poured another double. Putting it down and then picking up the shot glass, only then did she glance back up at her companion, waiting for his reaction.

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