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Post by andreafayne on Feb 23, 2011 17:06:20 GMT -5
Stepping into a low key bar, the brunette scanned her surroundings before walking over to the bar itself and sits on a free stool. Her brown eyes scanned the interior once again before she turned to the bartender and asked for a shot of the strongest vodka that they had on hand. For now she would sit there with her alcohol; she'd go over to the group of men playing poker in a bit -- cheating them out of their money would be all to easy for her.
This was how she made her money; she went around to local bars of whatever town she was in and cheated the drunk idiots out of their money, usually for a few hours. A lot of the time she'd make near eight hundred dollars a bar, here and there she'd make more than that, and sometimes she'd make less because the guys would quit after being beaten so many times by a single girl. None of them even seem to figure out that she cheats so skilfully, but she doesn't mind that in the least.
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An hour or so had passed and she'd already wiped a few guys clean of cash and was still going. The cards moved skillfully through her hands as she shuffled the deck of cards and looked over the males sitting in front of her -- the ones who still had cash and the complete determination to beat the girl who sat before them. "You boys sure you want to keep losing?" Her comment taunted them, causing remarks about how she'd be cleaned out soon enough. 'Che, not likely.' The thought roamed through her mind, highly amused, while she dealt out the hands.
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Post by kai on Mar 6, 2011 15:51:26 GMT -5
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KAI Pushed the bar door open with the flat of his palm, one hand tucked into the pants of his jeans, and made a bee line for the bar. He was hot, he was sweaty, and with an unlit dirtied fag hanging limp from the side of his mouth, the first thing he needed was a drink before he worried about anything else. The cuts on his arms for example. He didn’t care that this was a small bar, in a small town – he looked like he had been in a fight, and general that meant he wasn’t looking for another. He knew it, and so did the barman who placed the shop of whisky in front of him with a few quiet words. ”On the house”
Yeah. Too right. Given it was his problem of a ghost who had just been throwing Kai around. Cremation he had decided long ago, should be mandatory. For everyone. Save the space in the graveyards and cast the ashes out to the ocean – let them haunt the fishes if they could, and leave the living to do just that. Live.
When he did god knows he was getting cremated. But then he was pretty sure he would have no reason to come back. He had no family, no possessions to haunt, no unfinished deeds. If he got murdered – well it was part of the hazards of his line of work.
Rolling his shoulders, Kai down the shot, and another four, before he turned away from the bar to look around. Until then he had been oblivious as to what was going down, but his eyebrows arched when he heard a group of men complaining loudly. Leaning back against the bar, the tumbler of whisky dangling from his fingers, he watched as one of them threw down a hand of cards, shouted loudly, and with enough profanity to make the Irish man proud, and left. Well, this could be interesting.
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Post by andreafayne on Mar 6, 2011 16:31:44 GMT -5
She continued to beat the men at their game of poker, taking the money that they kept losing in their determination to get it all back. One by one the men left the bar with no money, and Andrea was soon alone. Her boot clad feet were propped on the table and she counted her cash with a grin spread across her peach coloured lips.
With near eight hundred dollars in hand, the brunette walked over to the bar and ordered herself a drink. "Jack Daniels on the rocks." The winnings were tucked safely away as she took a sip of her drink. Tonight had been quite successful.
The easy dispatching of a low level demon had left her with no more than a few bruises that were easily covered up by the sweater she had on over her tank top. A cut or two was visible because she was wearing shorts, but it made no difference to her. The making of several hundred dollars in a short amount of time was the highlight of her night.
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Post by kai on Mar 6, 2011 16:45:16 GMT -5
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GRINNING, Kai watched as the bucks left, occasionally taking a drink from his glass and getting it refilled by the landlord, and hell if Kai was paying for any of this tonight. His own funds were running low, but he was more of a hustler and fake credit card collector than any good with cards. Don’t get him wrong, he could be pretty sly when he wanted too, but that was done purely to skill rather than cheating. There was too much hassle with cheating – too many chances that you were going to slip up, get caught out by the wrong people and have your body found in the dumpster the next morning. If you were lucky, you were dead.
Leaning his head back, he cricked it from side to side, loosening the tendons where the ghost had grabbed him around the neck before he’d managed to ram a poker through it’s chest. Stupid corporeal thing, whoever said you should not fear the dead needed shooting. Not that Kai was afraid – well. No. He was afraid. You had to be insane and crazy not to maintain a certain level of fear for the supernatural. Without the fear you got careless and wound up dead, just like a lot of the hunters he had known in the past.
Tracking this woman with his eyes, the bar had mostly emptied by the time she sauntered over, and Kai raised his glass in salute her. ”Productive night?”
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Post by andreafayne on Mar 6, 2011 18:10:19 GMT -5
The way her lips curved gave the sly smile an undertone of a soft maliciousness. Two simple words seemed almost to tell a whole story that only she knew, but others could pick up on its existence if they had a sharp ear."Most definitely." Her chocolate eyes had a certain spark when the smile crossed her face, and as quickly as it was there, it was gone. Now her smile was simply that of accomplishment while her whiskey disappeared and was replaced with bourbon.
Fingers tapped lightly on the wood of the bar in beat with the music. She was enjoying herself while she could. The next day would bring with it another hunt in another town, but also more drunks to cheat out of their money. Sure, one day she'd get caught, but it wasn't as if she was unable to handle herself. The men she played against were always too drunk and too stupid to figure it out anyways.
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Post by kai on Mar 7, 2011 9:54:47 GMT -5
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ARCHING his brows, Kai appraised this other women with his eyes, taking in the little details as he had been trained to do since childhood. Perhaps the most intriguing where the cuts on her legs – but being as old as they were and seen only in the dim light of the bar, they could have been as easily caused by an abusive boyfriend or an excited cat as they could have been by a mugger, demon, or a branch. There was little to indicate anything other after all, except that little spark in her eye.
Leaning back against the bar, Kai let his eyes drift from her and out across the nearly empty room once more as he drank from his glass and drained it, placing the chipped glass back on the wooden bench with a soft clink. ”Do this often? Hit up the local bars, steal the drunks money then? Or simply beginners luck?” he asked as his eyes followed a brunette with a short skirt head into the ladies.
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Post by andreafayne on Mar 9, 2011 20:11:10 GMT -5
She gave him a smile and easily finished off the bourbon in her glass. Running a hand through her hair, all the strands were pulled into an easy ponytail. Andrea turned to face the male beside her, answering his question. "Some people call it beginner's luck, some call it card sharking. I call it makin' a livin'."
Her chocolate eyes raked over the male, assessing him. As far as she could tell, he was pretty beaten up -- from a fight no doubt. With who, or what, was a different story. It seemed as though he'd gotten his ass handed to him at one point or another, but had come out victorious in the end; all this she could tell from a single assessment. Andrea was smarter than most gave her credit for.
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Post by kai on Mar 12, 2011 21:20:17 GMT -5
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A RUMBLING chuckle emanated from deep within Kai’s chest as the landlord wandered over once more with the bottle of whisky Kai had been single handed consuming, and apparently decided it would simply be easier to leave the bottle this time as he wandered away empty handed. Kai ignored it for a moment however, watching as the Brunette from before left the ladies and walked past, the sultry sway of her hips indicating that she had noticed Kai’s eyes on her.
”Best watch you don’t get caught then”Kai said simply, turning at last to face this woman who had taken up a residence next to him. He ran his forefinger and thumb on his jaw, rubbing at the emerging bristles on his chin absently for a second. ”Wouldn’t want to get that pretty face of yours messed up for no reason.”
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Post by andreafayne on Mar 14, 2011 22:16:07 GMT -5
An amused laugh came from between her lips and her brown hues focussed on the ones belonging to the male next to her. Her hands were folded together under her chin, elbows leaning on the bar. "Not likely, but were I to get caught, it isn't as if I can't handle myself, darling." Andrea was quite intrigued by this male.
The bottle of whiskey that sat by the male was easily grabbed by the brunette. She poured some in her glass, and smirked towards him. Andrea wondered about him; it was easier for her to tell that he was different from most people. Whether or not he was a hunter was unclear to her, but it wasn't ruled out. It wasn't often that she ran in to other hunters, but it didn't always end well.
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Post by kai on Mar 18, 2011 8:05:37 GMT -5
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KAI arched a brow at her as she grabbed his bottle of whisky. His hard earned bottle of whisky he would like to point out. Picking up his glass, he downed the contents and took the bottle back, pouring the amber colored liquid into the bottom once more. One of these days he was pretty sure one of the nasties he hunted down was going to come up with the never emptying glass. Or rather, he hoped they would. He’d make a killing back home on St. Paddy’s day.
”Handle yourself huh?”He asked, swirling the dregs of his drink around in the bottom of the glass before plonking it back down on the side. ”Guy best not got on your bad side then.”
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