On an Ordinary Night....

[Alexis Reese James]

The club was hoping as Lexi made her way through the throng of people clammering for drinks. Smiling and greeting a familiar face here and there, the tall blond enjoyed the popularity of the bar as she made certain things were running smooth. Alcohol flowed freely from bottles and taps but so far everyone was behaving themselves as they laughed and talked.

On the stage at the far side of the bar, Erik and the band kept rocking out music as party goers danced riotously on the wooden dance floor. More than one couple was enjoying the feel of holding their significant other close while still more just enjoyed the tunes.

Smiling at all the action, Lexi let herself come to rest at the banister that separated the dance floor from the quieter tables. Lost in thought, she almost didn't feel the trickle of unease that passed down her spine. However, when it did register, she jerked her attention back to the area around her.

Trouble was somewhere in the midst.

Closing her eyes for a moment, the slender blond concentrated all her focus on finding what disturbed her.

Blood. She smelled blood.

Rich, thick and freshly split. Banking the surge of anger that filled her at this revelation, Lexi studied her club and pushed down her first instinct to react. She needed to keep her wits about her and not panic the masses. There were mortal humans here tonight and the stakes had just been raised. Whoever was in the crowd was wanting to cause as much chaos and turmoil as possible. The witch wasn't about to let THAT happen.

This wasn't her first rodeo after all!

Feeling a trickle of unease down her spine, Lexi turned to eye the crowd behind her. Tamping down the surges of power under her skin, she wondered if the creature had any idea what he was truly dealing with. Since the war, none of the others had been stupid enough to approach her. Ruby’ teachings had been priceless as she had learned to control the powers long buried under her subconscious.

Now, if the threat would only reveal itself.

[talon]

Sitting on the edge of the crowd, ears throbbing with the throng of dancing and loud music, the only indication that Talon was not entirely in his own little world was that his head gently nodded to the rhythm of the band. Dressed to the nines, because this was no dive bar and his clothing had come to reflect his new circumstance more, it was very difficult to tell that the teenager with heavy eyes was not of legal age. The one thing that did keep him sober in this place was that Lex owned it, and most of the bartenders knew him at this point. It was a rotten way to spend an evening, especially since he didn’t dance, but he would not admit to why he showed up every once in awhile.

There was never telling what Talon was going to do next. He drifted to his own beat, which rarely matched one of any even tempo like the one drifting over the speakers, and his chaotic silence left most of those he interacted with on a regular basis guessing. He so compartmentalized his life, refusing to let any interaction spill over into another, that it should be very easy to guess why he would disappear for an evening and show up at Wicked alone. It was not that he had no one to take anymore. He had adjusted to his new establishment, and close enough relationships had blossomed for a simple night on the town, but he had never brought anyone. He rarely even interacted with anyone.

Oblivious to what Alexis’s keen senses told her, though taken under wing and intent on someday being able to do the exact same thing, Talon sipped absently at his innocent drink and only glanced up every so often before returning his attention to the dancing parties. Generally there were at least one or two women who knew how to move to properly entertain him. It was fortunate that he was young and clean, otherwise he might seem the creepy stalker type with how expressionlessly he observed. As though the world existed only for his amusement, or perhaps that he existed only to live on the outskirts of reality.

It was not in his plan to approach anyone. Least of all his guardian. And as his drink sank lower and the ice began to nestle against the bottom of the glass, he would be leaving soon. One nursed drink was about all his patience could take, and he was just starting to grow anxious.

[so I just thought it would be good to finally establish him in context to Lex, and I that it might be fun to throw him in for whatever reason suits with the baddy you hope to show up, but if not, I’ve got my out. XP]

[Kat Cora Neverov]

The day was like any other. Cora was a good little gypsy and worked her palm reading tent, even though it was snowing out and the business wasn’t really there. Times were usually slow this time of year for the traveling carnival, and she knew they hadn’t had enough business lately to make even half the rent on the property that was due. Like usual, being gypsies and all, they would probably pack out a few days early and skip out on the dues, moving towards the next town like a massive locust infestation. The gypsies; like the insects previously mentioned, would swarm the township like they had done this one; feeding off of the unsuspecting until they had no more use, would leave their empty shells and ragged tents behind, and then move on to the next one.
Cora hadn’t done entirely horrible today. She’d had a total of three customers. The first was a lonely business man dreaming for the striking woman to read his hand and offer hope for the future. The witch wasn’t the kind-hearted type. The visions she had read for him; rather animatedly I might add, were of red margins, a failed company, and even a little jail time. Too bad what she really saw was a life of semi-happiness with his business, and a lot of one night stands. The man was shooting blanks, therefore no children in his future. It would have been a waste to offer him something more.

The second duo of customers was something worth the long day. They were a young newly married couple. So in love. So hopeful. So…tasty.
Cora gladly read their future, seeking out the couple’s deepest wish, but was disappointed to see that instead of an inherent desire for 2.5 kids and a house with a picket fence, they were both hoping for fame and fortune. A pair of wanna-be celebrities. And she had been so eager to take their first born child. The pair of them was lovely; any offspring of theirs would have been absolutely divine.
So she read their fortunes; divulging the wife’s future role on a popular soap opera as well as the husbands potential Oscar award, and then, as they were both high off on thoughts of rolling around in the green stuff, she showed them all the reasons that marriage was a cruel and unusual punishment.

The sex wasn’t bad. What came after was so much more rewarding.
How her blade glistened against the candle light. It was beautiful. More beautiful was the way it slid so easily into the thin skin between ribs three and four of the female, while the witch held a hand over the woman’s mouth and kept emerald eyes on the male who had passed out from sheer exhaustion soon after his release. Cora hadn’t kept her eyes on the man for long. A whispered incantation was all that was needed to keep him from waking. Actually, he never would.
The screams that were hidden behind her palm and the mesmerizing hue of the trickle that escaped the lesion were far too fascinating. The way that blade slashed through the female’s skin like a hot knife through butter? Utterly intoxicating.
Cora let the antique knife work its way down to the woman’s gut; eviscerating her as easily as cutting a slice of pie. The witch reached in and tugged out the intestines living behind the crimson stained flesh; tied them into a pretty little bow. By now she was getting very, VERY covetous of the pain this one was experiencing. She needed a hit of her drug Agony too! It was never fair. She gave others everything they wanted but was hardly ever satisfied by those that promised her in return. They never really knew how to torture very well. Humans were so queasy when it came to that.

Cora’s torment didn’t last as long as she’d hoped it would. The woman fainted and then slipped quietly into nothing, and her husband was soon to follow into that dark world because honestly? What good was he? The witch didn’t even reward him with her brand of amusement. One swift slit across the tender pulsing at his throat was the coup de grace.

And it was done.

Hungry for something more than what the pair had given her, Cora changed out of the kitschy gypsy costume and into something more…current. The top was tight and spotted with some kind of animal print (Cora really wasn’t into animals all that much so which animal was beyond her). The blue jean skirt was short and her stockings lacy and black. Her belt said LOVE, but it would have been much more fitting had it said DINNER. That’s what she was looking for tonight. Her shoes were black to match her ensemble; with steel spike heels that were sharp as knives at the points. Her raven hair was left loose in curls that rolled down her back nearly touching the cleft of her rear end. It shone like onyx under the moon’s white glow, and moved with the sway of her brazen stride.

The streets were alive with activity; a Friday night with endless possibilities. Humans with nine-to-five jobs had been looking forward to this night all week, and lack of inhibition fairly radiated off their kind like a thick, electric miasma.

The sorceress strolled down the street like she owned it; bodies turning to stare even as their partners slapped them angrily across flushed cheeks. Oh yes. This was her town. Just like all the towns that would follow.
The excited energy radiating from the -WICKED- was enough to draw her in like a magnet. Already there was a crowd gathered inside which spilled out to the front of the building; the mass eagerly awaiting the arrival of the celebrated band which was set to go on any minute.

Cora pushed through the pierced and tattooed crowd, casting a disdainful look at an attractive male with an unfortunate hairdo; it reached toward the sky in a trio of multicolored spikes which did nothing to frame his cherubic face. He turned to face her and smiled haughtily, grabbing her around the waist and thrusting his groin into her.
Oh what a mistake that was.
The witch returned the smirk, wrapping one arm around him as well. While one hand rested at his bare back; the other was pressing into his abdomen with the blade she had extracted from her skirt. She slid it around to the back to meet her other hand; the tore like paper.
Immediately the humans eyes grew wide in pain and confusion; but the sorceress leaned in to whisper a simple incantation into his ear which would wipe his short term memory; and so he stumbled away not even realizing the skin of his back was falling away to reveal the muscle underneath.

Cora smiled broadly and brought the fingers to her mouth, inhaling deeply as she licked away the blood from her pale hands. The humans were so easy. Puppets, really.
She wondered if she would find something suitable to snack on here.
The thought of tasting flesh sent a shiver down her spine as she sidled up to the bar, raising a dark brow at the tender, who nearly fell over his own feet in order to take her order.
“Bloody Mary, no Mary. Wait...no...if you have a Mary back there, throw her in too.” She told him in amusement, and let her head fall back on her neck as a chortle bubbled out of her throat. Her gem-green orbs drifted and landed on the jaded expression of a blonde male sitting so close she could reach out and run a long, ruby painted nail down his sinewy arm.
She didn’t. Instead she winked her eye and smirked, giving her attention back to the tender that was placing a brick red colored drink before her.

“You ought to have him fired, you know.” Cora spoke to the blonde boy without giving him her eyes. “If the bartender told you there’s alcohol in your drink, he lied.” The witch could smell the boy; so pure…so clean. Usually she could even pick up the subtle hint of inebriant exuding from the pores. With him, she did not.

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-wearing-

[Alexis Reese James]

When was the last time someone had attempted to cause trouble in one of her nightclubs? At least, trouble of this magnitude? Lexi couldn't remember when to be truthful. Oh, they had their minor skirmishes but this.. this was different. Lex could practically taste trouble in the air and it was the sort that made all her hackles rise and her eyes narrow in concentration.

Turning in a slow circle, the slender blond let her gaze fall over every inch of the club. The place was packed but her senses took in the position of almost every supernatural in the place along with those who had the ability to wield magic. She was slightly reassured to see Tyreese already taking a higher post and doing the same thing she seemed to be. Giving him a nod when his gaze met hers, she continued to turn in a circle until her eyes feel on the bar and a familiar blond head caught her attention. Talon set at the edge of the far middle level bar but that isn't what made her catch her breath. IT was the fact that the scent of blood was wafting over the air from THAT direction.

Son of a BITCH.

As realization hit that her new young son could be in the line of trouble, Lexi's feet began to move. Her gaze shifted to the crowd behind and beside him and she felt presence of another strong, magical being in the vicinity. Unfortunately, it wasn't one she recognized and her anxiety rocketed as her vision was blocked momentarily by the moving crowd. When it cleared, her eyes narrowed in on a dark haired beauty just sliding on to the stool next to Talon and instinct immediately indentifed the woman as a threat. The vibe she gave off wasn't one that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and Lexi automatically went into protective mode.

"OH HELL NO!!" she thought to herself even as she took in the civilians and the closeness of the two sitting at the bar. Damn it all to hell... she was going to have to play this calm and cool or Talon could be in major trouble. She might be reading the woman wrong but the scent of blood was strong and it seemed to be coming from her and somewhere else in the club. The last thing she wanted was her son hurt if the brunette WAS the source of danger.

The blond was just starting down the stairs to the middle level when the first scream rang out. Freezing in her tracks, her head whipped around to see a line clearing to where a young man had evidently fallen to his knees and a young woman pointing hysterically to what seemed like a blackish paint in this light. Only.. Lexi knew it wasn't paint. It was dark, crimson blood that flowed down to pool on the floor.

"Well, hell.." was all she had time to think before mass chaos broke out. In an attempt to reign in the backlash, Lexi cast her power out and worked to calm the now stampeding crowd heading for the door. While she worked, she weaved reality around the young man who had started to face plant himself in the middle of her dance
floor and he suddenly looked like nothing more than a passed out drunken frat boy.

"TY!!! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!" she yelled at her head bouncer even as she shifted her attention back to the crowd and tried to work her way towards the bar once more, her concern on her son.

[talon]

Ice clinked against the glass as Talon drained the juice and sprite mix. Deciding he had gotten his fill, it was about time he got off to somewhere he could get a proper drink. The chick next to him had a point, though he was not immediately aware that she was attempting to talk to him. That was, until she went on and Talon scowled in response. Did she really think he could not tell the difference between an alcoholic and virgin drink? And if he could not, what possible point of trying to embarrass him was she hoping to achieve? Maybe she liked insulted snacks. Regardless, if he knew that was the intention, he probably would have made the smart decision and hotfooted it out of there. Talon certainly did not come here with the intention of winding up in some attractive woman’s teeth. And considering whom he had, unbeknownst to him, watching, he had that foolish sense of invincibility settle over him again. After all… what sort of guy would he be if he just walked off when a good-looking woman was giving him any time of day, whether positive or negative?

Sure, the intention perplexed him, but he sunk back on his stool and looked at her, staring for a prolonged and unabashed moment of surprise before a scream cut through the music. Heart leaping, as his head snapped to the side to look over the dance floor, Talon’s brow furrowed and the dark-haired vixen was forgotten. Although susceptible to Lexi’s calming magic, Talon’s awareness still instilled an unsettled feeling in him. His eyes searched out his adoptive parent. It did not occur to him, as she progressed towards them, that he would have cut her a break if he had the sense to leave. His part in this equation was a disadvantage to her. His weakness was her weakness, but it was not in him to run away with a previously crazed crowd.

If there was any sign that Talon was relatively useless in all of this, it was the pure fact that he had no idea that the cause was right next to him. Natural sense was not keen perception. And if he was lucky to survive long enough through training, one might become the other. Natural sense to keen perception, keen perception to natural instinct. He knew his anxiety was for the sensation that he should get out of there, but for entirely the wrong reason. His subconscious knew that he was out of his league tonight, and that his prolonged presence was only adding danger to the situation. Too many previous deficiencies refused to let him. As he saw it, he was not about to just sit out of sight and let another person get hurt without him doing anything about it.

Jostled by moving bodies, Talon looked for an opening to attempt a start back in Lexi’s direction. He may not have approached her while she was working, and just hung around every once in awhile, but he was not about to pretend like he had never been here tonight with that look on her face. He might not have any idea what was really going on, but knowledge of the truth in this world provoked his suspicion. At least, in it’s small measure.

[sorry it’s crap, I was distracted. i didn't want to hold the thread up though.]

[Kat Cora Neverov]

Cora fingered the rim of her scarlet colored cocktail, swiftly removing the celery stick with a scowl of disgust before swiveling in her stool and tossing it back over her shoulder with no concern with who or -what- the flying vegetable would hit. If they had a problem with it, she was inclined to let them bring it on. This world wasn’t half as amusing as it used to be. People were too politically correct; concerned with the environment, blah, blah, blah. This gypsy witch didn’t care about any of it. All she wanted was a nice buzz, a full belly, and maybe a little pain as the cherry on top. Was that so very wrong to ask for? No. Cora didn’t believe so.
After all of the wishes she had granted…all of the human shit she had shoveled through out the years…it was due to her. She wanted it NOW.

The witch took a long pull of the beautifully named drink and sighed, wishing it actually tasted a little more like Mary than tomato and vodka. The last Mary she had sampled had been so chaste and sweet; clinging to her faith up until the very end; begging for her God even as the gypsy cut her up and ate her raw. Cora shuddered as the memory left a rich, chocolaty taste on the back of her tongue. She drew the tongue across her crimson lips to moisten them and smiled wickedly; the reverie like a secret that gave the woman tingles in all sorts of places.

The reflective smirk was still on her lips when Talon turned in his stool to meet her gaze, and the witch just rolled her eyes at the emotionless stare he offered. Oh come on. Give her a little something more than that; a whisper of a grin, a widening of eyes, something. But no…from the tasty young snack she elicited none of this before the beautiful chant of terror filled the packed room and suddenly the crowd began to panic like a tiger was loose in the room.
Indifferent to the panic, Cora stuck a pale digit into her Bloody Mary and stirred it, bringing the finger out and popping it between her lips as if nothing at all was happening behind her. She was the tiger, and she wasn’t ready to pounce just yet.
For the moment the blonde male was ignored; Cora considered this punishment as any pain or torture she would give him was a dark and wonderful gift, and she focused instead her attention on the sensation of white energy that was moving quickly towards her back.

Another witch; how cute.

Cora lifted her beverage to her mouth and took a heavy pull, gulping down the liquid as if it were water; or blood; the latter was so much easier to swallow, before turning around and giving her most radiant smile to the blonde female fairly sparking with power.
Her white magic didn’t work to soothe the gypsy, instead it only felt as an annoying prickling on her skin and she didn’t like it at. all.

But what was this? Those sapphire blue eyes were wide with worry. The blonde witch’s apprehension was a tangible thing that the gypsy clung to; fed off of. The white witch had eyes for only one…and that was the tasty little blonde thing that smelled like motor oil and defiance and was sitting so very close Cora could lean over and tighten her fingers around his sinewy upper arm….and so she did.

“Where are you going so fast, surfer boy?” Cora purred at him with a purely innocent grin and tugged him back toward the bar. “Really…sit back down. Please?” Cora tilted her head and blinked harmlessly, her emerald gaze twitching to Lexi, who was so close the prickling became more bothersome than the slightly annoying sensation of before.

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-wearing-

[Alexis Reese James]

As soon as Lexi got within fifty feet, she could practically smell the taint of evil in the air. Narrowing her eyes on the brunette at the bar, her indigo depths went hard with suppress anger even as she caught Talon's expression. He'd obviously caught on to her agitation and had stood up.

Damn but that made her want to smile. He was no dummy, that was for sure. To bad the sorce of the trouble seemed to be sitting right beside him. That thought only made her blood run cold and her maternal instinct was to remove him from the danger.

Why the HELL was trouble always attracted to HER family?? Blood or not, Talon was her son and she'd kill if anything happened to him.

She was just about to shout over the crowd for him to move away from the woman when the witch reached out and put a hand on his arm. Immediately, fear shot through Lexi's system but she had been through to many battles to let it show on her face. Instincts honed on years of battle with the worst of the supernatural world whispered caution in her ear even as an icy calm directed her actions.

Must... Remain.. Calm. Anger and fear would lead to mistakes and Mistakes could get you killed. Or her son killed, whatever the case may be.

With a cool collected demeanor she was far from feeling, Lexi advanced until she was within twenty feet of the woman and the "Hostage" she had no doubt decided to take. Talon still seemed to have no clue of the danger he was in and the blond didn't really want to alert him to it but .. What could she do? He was a hunters son, after all, so he wasn't stupid. He would grasp the logistics of it sooner or later and she didn't want him in the line of fire if at all possible.

Raising her voice a bit, the elegant blond arched a brow at the witch even as she beckoned to her son. "Talon... there you are. I've been looking for you.... Tyreese needs some help in the backroom.. Would you mind giving him a hand? Your ... companion and I need to have a few words." she said, shooting him a quick glance that said "Dont argue, just DO it."

[talon]

How many men willingly let themselves fall to the will and mercy of a beautiful woman? How many men begged to fall at the feet of the wicked and dark being beside him? If it were not for the situation, he too would have been wiping the drool from his lower lip as he admired the way her bright eyes contrasted against her dark hair and the way her lips beckoned desire forth. And these were the things he perceived in spite of the situation.

It should come as little surprise that his attention, albeit confused, slowly drifted back to Cora and his eyes flicked over her face as he obediently sat back on the stool for the third time. Her unprovoked attention and feigned innocence should have been a key indicator that something was off about this chick, but instead he stared at her with subdued wonder that a woman like her would be at all interested in having him stay by her side. Maybe she was… afraid? No. Even he knew better than that. She acted as though nothing was going on. Off in her own little world. Maybe she was deaf? Maybe, if he were lucky, he wouldn’t be dead.

Standing again as Lex’s voice broken him out of the trance Cora had on him, Talon remembered what was going on and stood again. He might have had a fairly good head on his shoulders, but he was emotionally crippled. Something that negated his intelligence and just left him at a disadvantage on both accounts. Brow furrowing slightly as she subtly tried to get him to move on without raising alarm. He turned his head slightly towards his ‘companion’ when she was mentioned, but his eyes remained on Alexis as his mind raced over what was happening, what she wanted from him, and what he could not do.

Yes, he was fully aware that something of that nature must be going on for Lex to take so much concern, but he was stubborn as a mule and had reason to boot. Staring at her intently and shaking his head,[white] “No, I wanna stay with you.”[/white] He was not going to learn in the background, after all, and really… there were few he would be safer with. What he still failed to realize was that, at this proximity, it was not Alexis that he was with.

[Kat Cora Neverov]

Cora was thoroughly pleased that the teenage boy was playing nice and had absently fallen back into the stool next to her. She could feel the white witch moving in closer and having noticed the look of transitory worry in the woman’s blue eyes; Cora figured that having him closer would make things a little more interesting. She wanted the snack she had found in his rough purity, but she wouldn’t mind a little action to go with her meat, and maybe some pain thrown in to wash the meal down if Lexi were to oblige. The darkling hoped that the woman could use half the power the gypsy felt radiating from her, and that there would be lots of blood. Lots and lots of pain and blood.
Besides; a girl needed a little reverence every now and then. So, he hadn’t fallen off his stool when she flashed her white smile at him, but he could always make it up to her. He was already in for some punishment for having ignored her at first, but now Cora was thinking maybe she could play with him a little bit first. He would love it. The young ones always did.

At the sound (not to mention the intense prickle of the woman’s good), Cora swiveled in her stool to face the witch and brought the straw to her lips, taking in a nice, long pull of her scarlet drink. She blinked her long lashes and flickered her emerald eyes at Talon, smiling around the straw as the leggy blonde used her ‘mama’ voice on the boy.
Awww, how adorable.
She snorted and arched a brow at the woman’s suggestion they needed to exchange words, but felt a glimmer of temptation when Talon negated her direction.
Good boy.

“All I have to say to you is please give me some space, blondie. I’m hungry. I get cranky when I’m hungry. Go and get your own happy meal because this one is mine. You heard the meat, he wants to stay.” Cora tilted her head and gave the hot mama a little bah-bye finger wiggle and slid closer to the boy. She smiled wickedly at him and pushed her raven waves over her shoulder. If he was smart and had two working ears he would likely really give her something to play with now; maybe he would try to run or try to strike her. A busted lip was just her kind of foreplay, or the appetizer before a meal, which ever the situation warranted.

Crossing her lithe legs and leaning closer to the surfer boy named Talon; Cora reached over and slid a pale index finger down his backbone. She had tricks up her sleeve too. Whispering a curse that she’d known for ages, the fingertip across his back radiated ten times the sensation it would have normally. It was slivers of electric current against his spine, curious lightening bolts that should have at least distracted him a little from the arched brow and white magic drifting from the white witch.
“Talon, please stay. I’m so frightened.” She said and let her fingertips pause at his lower back and then bringing it to her lips so she could chew demurely on the nail. “Maybe mother will leave you to protect me while -she- helps Tyreese with the back room tasks?”


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-wearing-

[tyreese]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

”Oh my GOD, Trish, just feel these muscles! They’re rock hard! Oh, you’re just so sexy, aren’t you?”

If he just stayed quiet, and maybe they would go away. Just keep on looking out at the crowd, tense his jaw a little and put on his scary face…

”See? Aren’t they just so hard? Mmm, baby! How about you come out back with me and my friend here, and we’ll ditch this lame place…”

With a martyred sigh, Ty looked down at the manicured hand currently caressing his left bicep. Damn, his plan to remain silent and stalwart had failed yet again. What, did he not look scary anymore? Did he give off some kind of ‘come touch me’ vibe, all of a sudden? Man, people used to freaking SHIVER when his bad ass came waltzing over. Now, however, they were either too drunk to care, or too blonde to realize that the angry look on his face was directed at them.

People these days. And there he’d been, thinking that all of the new technology in the world meant that people were getting smarter. Gods.

As Lexi’s voice cut through a brief pause in the club’s normally pounding music, the bouncer breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, so maybe the angry, commanding tone in the witch’s face wasn’t exactly heralding the presence of rainbows and unicorns, but…GODS, there just wasn’t anything scarier than a drunk woman with fake boobs and a shark’s smile.

And there had actually been a time when he’d have looked upon such a face with lust. Gah, what HAD happened to the world?

Mumbling something akin to ‘gerroff me,’ Ty managed to pull his arm out of the woman’s surprisingly strong grasp and headed out toward his boss. On any normal day, he would’ve been irritated at the command in Lexi’s voice, but tonight, he felt a bit off his game. Call it sleep deprivation or ‘man-a-pause,’ as that kid Ben Winchester liked to put it, but he knew a weird day when he was having one. Maybe a good fight would clear his head, he thought with a little knuckle crack. It was probably a few drunks with a temper problem over yonder, who needed to be taught a lesson, and he was certainly the man to give ‘em one—

”Hey, where are you going, baby?” The woman’s voice sounded in his ear, cooing a bit too sweetly. ”I thought we were gonna have some fun!”

Good FUCKING gah…

Suddenly feeling a bit more like his surely self, Ty yanked his arm out of the human’s grasp for the third time that night and gave her the full extent of his ‘unhappy glare.’ With a pang of satisfaction, he watched her gasp, babble something unintelligible, and totter off to play the perfumed mold to another poor sap. Cue some definite chest-puffing; he was back on track.

…And facing yet another crisis. Dammit, what had Lexi’s adopted son gotten himself into NOW. Gah, there was a reason why God created the bitch-slap.

Stopping next to Lexi, the skinwalker narrowed his eyes at the eerie woman standing beside Talon. There was definitely something off about her, and…okay then, her little speech definitely confirmed that fact. Resisting the urge to start cracking his knuckles and let his ‘oh yeah, I’ma get to crack some heads tonight!’ smile shine through, he crossed his arms over his wide chest.

”And the mere fact that she called you ‘meat’ should be a clue to where you should be walkin’, boy,” He managed to rumble over the music around them. ”C’mon over here, before she takes a bite outta your ear. I REALLY don’t feel like digging in her insides to find it again.”

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO lexi, talon and cora! AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT enough WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING bad ass clothes. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT notes here. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}