Business and Pleasure {Gabe}

[AJ Robertson]

There were some days that it just didn't pay to get out of bed. Then again, there were some days that kicking someones ass made the effort well worth it. AJ had yet to figure out what this one was going to end up being.

Having rolled into town the night before only to crash into a motel room and sleep the day away, she was more than ready for a drink by the time she'd gotten around to making herself presentable... if you could call it that. She was thankful to find one of those hospitality coffee pots in her room and wasted no time making a pot before settling down to make her plans for the night.

Deciding to hit the town and see if she could mix business with pleasure, she'd dressed in a little black leather mini with an off the shoulder black shirt that hugged her curves and allowed her her diamond belly button ring to flash when she moved just right. A set of knee high black boots accented the outfit along with fish net stockings and long, loose curls spilling down her back.

Giving one last look in the mirror and being content in the knowledge she looked passable, she'd ambled out to her little street rod and headed for the only rough bar in town. She'd heard about the cantina and it seemed like a likely place to either pick up a bit of information or get in a fight... and she had energy to burn.

Reaching the bar, she parked and quickly sashayed through the front doors. When no one stopped her she headed for the back bar where she ordered a Jack on the rocks and finished it in short order.

Letting her gaze take in the club goers, the petite huntress ignored the looks a few "gentleman" were giving her and then accepted an offer to dance from a likely looking tuffy. One thing she had to give the place, it certainly did play the right sort of music with Nickleback, Theory of a Deadman and Three Days Grace blarring out of its speakers.

After dancing for a half an hour or so, she excused herself and went back for another drink. Feeling a bit more relaxed, she was seated on a bar stool when all hell broke loose. Minding her own business, she wasnt paying any attention to the crowd when two drunken idiots started pushing and shooving a few feet away. The bigger idiot seemed to be picking on a young man she immediately put in the "NERD" category. Sure, it really was none of her business but when the jock started jamming his finger into the poor fool's chest, she just couldn't help herself. Especially when said fool fell backwards and smacked right into her spilling her drink and every thing.

Growling low in her throat, AJ heard the man stammer an apology but her eyes were shooting daggers at the man truely responsible. Standing up, she whipped at the drink splattered down her front and then tossed her napkin on the bar. Turning to the jock, she put her hands on her hips and arched a brow.

"My, oh my... Aren't we a really tough guy. What else do you do for fun? Slap women and take candy from babies? Why don't you pick on someone your own size, asshole?" she snarled.

Snearing the stupid idiot stepped in closer and got right in her face.

"Get out of my way, bitch. This doesn't concern you."

Narrowing her eyes, AJ shifted slightly and tilted her head. This was about to get GOOD.

"Oh really? Well, since it was MY drink he spilled when he ran into me....I'd say it is."

Snarling, the man did the worst thing he could have done. Reaching out, he grabbed her hard and have her a hard shoove that was meant to send her sprawling to the floor. Unfortunately for him, she was more than ready for it and before he could move her an inch, she hauled back and decked him with a wicked right hook that was meet with a loud crack of bone breaking in the fools nose. As he spun backwards into the crowd, she shook her hand a bit and smiled contentedly before feeling the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Never taking her attention off the jock, she shifted slightly so that her back was against the bar and she was prepared for anything that might be lurking behind her. The jock was still screaming like a girl but cursing her with every other word out of his mouth.


"YOU F....ing BITCH! I'm going to kill you!" he sputtered and spouted.

"Yeah, yeah.. whatever.... Why don't you do us all a favor and get the hell out of here. Your bleeding all over the damned place and I'm sure the owners of this lovely bar wouldn't appreciate that."

[maddog]

The club was hopping tonight, and it was all Gabe could do not to start smiling like a buffoon. His name was known far and wide as somewhat of a psychopath, but did that stop anyone from coming down to his place to look for a job, or some fun? Of course not! The world was made of masochists, and he was their Savior. Their God.

…Then again, anyone with enough drugs, money and muscle could be their God, but he wasn’t going to think about that. Tonight, while things were running so damn smoothly, and the Feds thought that he was camped out in Argentina, he was the fucking Almighty. Hell fucking yeah.

Watching the two main rooms through the grimy cameras in his office, the gangster felt a sense of satisfaction. Even the richer parts of society couldn’t help but to dip their gold studded fingers into the Cantina, parched for a danger fix that only he could provide. The booze was flowing, the illegal gambling was bringing in enough cash to set him up in this region for the next decade, and the paid off cops outside were making sure that there weren’t any unpredicted problems.

All in all, it was a really good goddamn night. Was that why he suddenly felt so bored, that his eyeballs were liable to explode? Crap, he just KNEW that he wasn’t cut out for this ‘peace-time’ mumbo jumbo. Thank God- or was that himself?- that a fight broke out at the bar, or he’d probably have started one himself, just to test his mettle. All of this ‘playing God’ shit really was for guys with no ability to bust skulls.

In less than a minute after seeing some tiny chick take down a guy twice her size, Gabe was on the main floor and dismissing the bouncers. From behind, the lady didn’t really seem like anything to spit at, minus an obviously fiery attitude. Mmm…he did like a bit of spunk in a woman…

While the big guy proceeded to snarl and bleed all over the place- personally, Gabe could give a crap about the mess; the floors were so stained with past fights, that it was a part of the Cantina’s décor- he watched the woman, lips quirking as he caught the tail end of her threat. He took a deep breath, tasting her scent, and his smirk widened ever so slightly. She was human, she smelled of gun oil, and she had enough balls to stand up to a gigantor. How…alluring.

”I think you’re pushing it with the ‘lovely bar’ part, but for the most part, you’re right,” Finally, he spoke up, moving closer so that he was standing at her side, facing her previous opponent. A malicious smile slid onto his lips and the bigger man blanched. He’d seen the moron around the bar once or twice, throwing his weight around like he was something to behold. The werewolf almost laughed at that, if it wasn’t so sad.

A flabby bag of flesh, actually thought that he was something special. Ha. Little did he know, that he was standing before a creature of the hunt.

He put a little ‘I’ll kill you’ glint into his eyes as he took another step closer to the now twitching man. ”Listen to the lady and leave the bar, before you get eaten alive, little minnow. Go on…shoo.”

He’d give the moron some credit; he did know how to move when he really put his mind to it. The skinny guy that had been picked on before- aw, was that Benny the Wonder-Informant?- turned around to stammer a thanks at the woman, and Gabe took his time giving her a once over.

”Do you have spandex under those clothes,” He asked suddenly, interrupting Benny. ”A mask, or some secret weapons? It’s been a while since I’ve met an honest to goodness superhero, so you’ll have to excuse my curiosity.”

[/blockquote]

[AJ Robertson]

Well, Hell. All she'd wanted to do was have a bit of fun and some asshole had managed to ruin it all for her. Didnt THAT just figure. If it wasn't for the voice barking up behind her, she'd have been tempted to jam that "bitch" comment right down his throat... Even if she had chosen to take it as a complement of sorts.

Unfortunately, that plan was ruined when the idiot paled and then began to scurry backwards like a rat faced by a cat. A quick glance over her shoulder showed her why but she didn't even bat an eye. In her line of work, she came across the big and bad sort but her motto had always been "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." so she wasn't much worried.

A grin DID split her face at his words however and she couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped.

"Spandex? In your DREAMS, buddy! What century are you living in? the 1980's? We super heros these days prefer leather and lace!" she snarked back, a grin flashing in her dark eyes. "and masks I save for the bedroom.. NEver know when they might come in handy..."

Turning back to the bar, she picked up her almost empty glass and eyed it with disgust before motioning to the bartender for another. Her gaze caught the way the man glanced at the dude beside her and her brow arched before she turned back to him.

"Sorry for that little scuffle.... I just don't like assholes who think picking on someone weaker than them is cool. ITs one thing to pick a fight with something that can fight back.. Its entirely another to pick a fight just for amusement or to see how bad you can terrorize something. Honestly, what fun is it if they don't fight back or even attempt to defend themselves?" she drawled with distaste and then shook her head. "I'm sorry... I'm AJ.... You are??"

[maddog]

As he waited for an answer, Gabe took a minute to give the woman a thorough once over. Well…wasn’t she the pretty little thing; all decked out in leather and confidence? It was the latter that intrigued him the most, given that his industry thrived on self worth. Was she some kind of criminal herself? He always preferred his hired thugs to be male, but over the years, he’d come to learn that there was nothing more dangerous than a pissed of woman with a gun.

Then again, she’d just allowed him to end her fight for her. If she were an actual con looking for a job- or for some fun- she wouldn’t have given up her prey so easily. A pity…the dangerous ones were always the most amusing. Not to mention the sexiest.

Not that this one didn’t have her perks. Those full lips, that sassy attitude, and the obvious ability to take care of herself made for a very interesting package. What would it be like to be the center of her attention, he absently wondered. His eyes slithered to the bar as he checked for Allegra’s appearance. Good, there would be no angry female waiting for him, if this one turned out to be as fun as she appeared.

At her snarky reply, the werewolf’s smile grew. Beautiful AND sarcastic? What a combination! Now, hopefully, he wouldn’t have to rip her tongue out of her head anytime soon.
She had much better things to do with it, than watch it shrivel on the floor at their feet.

”I missed most of the 80’s, I’m afraid,” He said, a shark-like smile sliding onto his face. ”So I’m a bit backwards when it comes to costumes. Perhaps you could show me yours, some time? I’m sure I’ve seen better, but it’s always nice to compare.”

With a mock bow, he straightened with a grand sweep of his arm, gesturing at the undulating dancers around him. ”My name is Gabe McFearson, and this is my bar. As for your fight…as long as you don’t break any of the booze, I could give a shit who you kill. Blood is part of the Cantina’s décor.”

While the bartender hurried off to fill her drink, Gabe leaned sideways on the bar, regarding her with a mix of curiosity and open interest. ”But this doesn’t look like a place that you’d frequent, lovely. Why are you here?”

[/blockquote]

[AJ Robertson]

Now... That was the million dollar question wasn't it? If he only knew the truth. In her line of work, no action was ever taken without a prior motive and tonight was definitely not an exception.


Not that she'd be telling him that.

Arching a brow coolly, AJ took up her discarded drink and tossed it back before replying. Nothing in her manner suggested that she was wary of him or the implied suspicion and her eyes never left his as she eyed him over the rim.

"Well, now..... What makes you think I'm looking for anything besides a stiff drink and a good time? Not exactly sure what "Sort" of girl you think I am but I'm nobodies angel.. Haven't been in a very.. Very long time. I find that sort of life... Highly overrated."

Sliding the glass across the bar, she waved for another and shifted so that her belly button ring flashed across the satiny skin of her naked stomach. It was a deliberately seductive move but so obvious that she knew it wouldn't fool him. If he looked carefully enough, which she was sure he would, he would see that she was perfectly capable of taking care of her own business. While she didn't believe in revealing all her "secrets", the knife sheath on her thigh would definitely catch his attention.

"Besides.... I can handle anything your little bar can throw at me... In spades.... " she finished suggestively before grinning wickedly and letting her tongue trace her bottom lip.

Then, turning her shoulder to him deliberately, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a few bills which she tossed on the bar to pay for the new drink that the bartender slide to her.

Picking it up, she saluted her companion and then closed her eyes to the burn of the rot gut as it burned down her throat. When she was finished, she smirked and eyed the dance floor. Some of the patrons were getting with it and a laugh escaped her as she sashayed forward a few steps and then paused to cast a glance back over her shoulder.

"If you will excuse me? I'm in the mood to raise a little hell so if your done interrogating me... I think I might join in the fun... Unless of course.... You might be interested in a challenge of another sort??"

With dark eyes twinkling in mischief and dry humor, the little brunette eyed him up and down and then shrugged.

"Your call, boss.. but I'm into a little less talk and a lot more action..."

[maddog]

Gabe couldn't help but grin at the woman. Damn, but she had some set, to be talking to him like this. Sure, she probably didn't know of his rep, on the street or otherwise...but she just HAD to smell the death on him. She HAD to see the malice in his eyes, or hear that whisper of deception on his tongue. He'd killed men, women, children for LOOKING at him the wrong way. He'd mutilated them; torn them apart and sent the pieces to their families. He'd taken fathers, mothers away from their children, and made deals with demons. He was bad to the fucking bone...but there this one was, being a cheeky little piece of tail. Oh, how he wanted to kill her.

Or fuck her. Hmm, which to choose...

"Baby, you can't handle shit, so don't pull that 'Amazon' crap on me," The werewolf laughed, a nasty smile sliding onto his lips. Ballsey or no, he had to defend the Cantina's bad ass reputation, didn't he? If every Tom, Dick, and Nancy came waltzing in, thinking they could take on his baby and its owner...well, it just wasn't feasible. Bad for business and all that.

When she started to move away from him, the gangster moved in, herding her back with his body. He leaned in, smacking his hands down on the bar to either side of her, a spark of hunger lighting his eyes. He smelled the sweet perfume of danger and practically salivated for a taste. Would she feel soft against him? Or would she fight; stiffen under his touch and claw for freedom? With that in mind, he positioned himself so she would be hard pressed to raise her leg enough to knee him in the balls...while pressing hard against her.

"You think you could handle my place, angel?" He asked, an odd hint of curiosity in his voice while he used the obviously disliked nickname. His eyes took on a strange glow as he looked down at her. "You think you've fought enough pansies, or killed enough people to think of yourself as some kind of bad ass? Think again, beautiful...you ain't even halfway there. I can smell the good on you...that part that sits up at night and wonders if her life is worth living. You're just a little girl with an attitude problem, and if we wanted to, me and the boys could just eat you right up."

He licked his lips then, glancing down at her own. She liked action? OH, how he'd like to give her some action. He could already hear those pleasured cries as he pounded his body against hers. It would be so much fun to use her, to break a little girl like her. To hear those ecstatic sounds turn into screams of terror, as blunt teeth became bloody fangs. He shuddered at the image, but pushed himself away. The move both surprised and startled him.

"Have your fun, then get the fuck outta my bar and don't fucking come back," He snarled, pushing himself away from her, headed toward his favorite VIP booth.

[/blockquote]

[AJ Robertson]

I didn't come here looking for a fight but
If your going to bark then you better have a bite.
I aint been crazy in a really long time
but your about to meet a friend of mine.
Waking up the devil
Rattling the cage inside of me
I miss him a little
when he gets out we're one hell of a team.

Well hello Sir Snarly. Geez... Grumpy much? Someone sure as hell got up on the wrong side of the bed. Either that or the dude seriously needed to get laid.

Which, come to think of it.. Could very well be the case, AJ thought to herself as the bar owner cornered her against the counter and she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers. Did he honestly think that all that talk intimidated her? If so then he had another thing coming cause she wasn't his bitch to order around and she'd never rolled over for anyone. What was his problem anyways? Did Mr. Grumpy pants have an ego problem that could only be assuaged by complete and utter obedience?

Probably so given the expression on his face when she simply arched a brow coolly at him and leaned back against the wood. He had the look of a man who'd didn't know whether to fuck a girl or try to appease his sense of wounded male pride by smacking her around a bit. His inner turmoil was written all over the stiff way he held himself and the almost animalistic growl to his voice as he snarled out his threats.

Oh, yeah.... this was one edgy son of a bitch who seemed to view any confidence a threat to his Alpha male position. To bad for him, she really didn't give a flying freak show if his poor little feelings were hurt or not. In fact.. His little show had just done the opposite of his intents and purposes.

Instead of scaring her off, he'd just attracted her single minded curiosity and that was NEVER a good thing.

Instinct shouted at her that he was hiding something and she'd have bet her britches that she knew what it was. There were to many horror stories running the streets about this little hole in the wall and where there was smoke... There had to be fire. Now.. she just had to figure out exactly what it was she was dealing with and deal with it in its natural manner.

Especially since he seemed to be under the misinformed impression that she was a frivolous piece of fluff that hadn't been covered in the blood and guts of a hundred wanna be badass supers. Sure, a few of them had almost taken her down with them but she had always known that she'd go down with her boots still kicking sooner or later. Death really didn't scare her any longer.

So, as her would be combatant turned away, AJ let a sly smirk settle on her lips and then picked up her adandoned glass to salute him. Her dark eyes glittered wickedly as her husky drawl rang out.

"Thank you so much for your.. permission... I don't know what I would have done without it and I feel SOOOOOO much better for it... "came a tone loaded with sarcasm. "Tell me something.. Do you treat all your patrons to this love PR relations thing or do I somehow get under your skin? I admit that I wouldn't think a little thing like me would bother a big Alpha like yourself but..... "

Tilting her heads in a show of intrigue, AJ shifted so that her weapons were easily accessible if he felt froggy. She might be dressed for a good time but she never left home without packing some comforting heat. Not to meant the convenient little silver dagger that rode at the knee of her leather boots.

"Go ahead, punk.. Make my day " drawled Clint Eastwood in her brain even as she took her opponents measure and kept her gaze locked to his. Any show of submission was a bad idea in these situations and if he was going to jump her.... Well, the eyes were the first give away.

"Let me ask you something..... Is it the fact that I'm a woman standing up to you that bothers you .... or is it the general fact that i"m not bowing down and kissing your boots? Because... If I was... I don't think you'd have wasted five seconds on me and I don't think you know quiet what to make of someone who doesn't jump when you bark....."

Watching him carefully, AJ knew she was poking at a wild animal but something inside her wouldn't let her stop. He was entirely to cocky and entirely to arrogant in his confidence that his every order would be obeyed and that sort of thing had always rubbed her wrong. Must the Alpha bitch in her.

[maddog]

Goddamn, he could practically hear the ‘say WHAT?’ going on around the bar. One glance around him showed him that his little argument with the bar bitch had been more public than he’d realized. It wasn’t like the mean and nasty Mad Dog to walk away after all! Moments like these, the ones that ended in anything but him getting off or making a business deal, were usually signals to the wait staff to get out the paper towels and bleach. He’d killed so many people for less…hell, just that morning, he’d gutted a kid too young for a shave, for fucking bringing him lukewarm coffee! With his aspirations, it was be vicious or die. And, because it was really good to be King, he just wasn’t ready to get popped…fuck, and over a two bit piece of tail, too! FUCK! What he should do is march right on back to Miss Fucking Amazon of 2010, backhand her until she was wishing for two front teeth and snarl at the guys giving him the calculating looks.

Hot on the wire: Gabe McFearson gets lip from a broad and walks away like a putz! He’d be fuckin’ swimming in rival gangs in three days. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

That drawl, that hated fucking drawl rang out and Gabe could feel his blood actually BOIL under his skin. She couldn’t just take the out she’d been given, could she? She couldn’t have recognized that his walking away brought all kinds of bad mojo down on his rep, which was always under a goddamn microscope because of his position in the world. Nope, obviously, she wasn’t as immersed in the underworld as that pretty head liked to think. And now, she would have to pay for her stupidity, goddamn her. Take a deep breath, of that scent, he told himself as he turned around to face her. There was a full moon tonight, and if she had any sense in her head, she’d recognize the monster looking at her through his eyes and hightail it the fuck outta town—

”Well…here I thought you’d run out of Queens because you were being chased by the Feds. Now, I think I see the truth.” A voice rang out, over the music, which abruptly stopped. Gabe had been in the process of moving towards that annoying little girl, but he froze at that goddamn sound.

Slowly, he turned to face the elderly Asian man that stood so calmly amid an ocean of danger. Then again, Xingping Zhao, head of the West Coast Triad that he’d been attempting to work some magic on, was probably more dangerous than any of these mooks combined.

Reptilian eyes flickered from AJ, then back to Gabe. ”Your employee has no manners and you obviously cannot control her. This is not good for business, Mr. Mad Dog. I expected more when I decided to come here myself.

Gabe tensed. It took all of his willpower to hold back a growl. Fucking moon was a gift and a curse. ”She’s not one of mine, Zhao. Just a random bitch off the street. You know how these wanna-be biker chicks are. All talk. But now, she’s leaving.”

He cut a meaningful glance at the woman before turning back to Zhao. He could easily walk over there and snap her neck to back up his words, but the show would be too obvious; too last minute. Zhao had caught him with his metaphorical pants down, goddammit, and the only thing that he could do is play it cool. Chairs squeaked as some of the patrons hurried toward the back doors and those loyal to him readied themselves at his back. Zhao’s men did the same and he could taste the tension in the air.

”So…I take it that you’re interested in my offer?” The gangster drawled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Zhao smiled, those strange eyes crinkling in amusement. ”Interested? Yes, I suppose I am…but not in the way you think. You said that, unless I give up my holdings in California or pay homage to you, I will die. This is not acceptable.” He moved closer. ”There are stories about you, Mad Dog. Stories that say that you tear your enemies apart; that you are an animal. I can respect that…but I’m afraid that you must be put down for your impertinence!”

Gabe didn’t even see the fucker’s hand move, but suddenly, there was a flap of that pansy coat he was wearing and a gunshot rang through the air. Pain, darkness, the loud pumping of blood in his ears…fuck, he could hear the bullet Zhao fired at him rattling around in his brain. On the outside, he was a freakshow; bent half backward like he was ready to do a backwards cartwheel. His guys had opened fire on Zhao’s men and the bar erupted in war. The man himself was hiding behind an overturned table. As for Gabe, he was having a good time being the poster for The Last Exorcist as his brain pieced itself back together.

Then, the lights came back on and he straightened. Slowly, he brought a hand up to touch the neat circle between his eyes and looked down at the blood that stained his fingertips. His guys were still firing, as the Triad fuckers froze in shock.

”That was one helluva speech,” The werewolf drawled, bringing his bloody fingertips to his lips. Mmm, sweet. ”Really, I gotta remember to take notes next time. But Zhao? I’m gonna fuckin’ rip you to pieces.” A laugh escaped him as he moved, faster than a normal man, around the table. The older man’s screams cut through the room, and his men turned to flee the scene.

Flailing limbs and a few more gunshots rang out from behind the table, but they were cut off as suddenly as the gangster had moved. Straightening, he swiped an arm over his now bloody mouth. ”Now. THIS is a fuckin’ party!”

[/blockquote]

[AJ Robertson]

I hear the drum rolls thumping
And my heart starts jumping
And that's when I spit on the floor
Now my head's exploding
And your gun is dirty
So I'm guessing I'm on a roll
Well it's a fine time
Looking for a wine time man
And you said "baby you ready to play"
Well come right on this rollercoaster
Cuz it aint over, it aint over





For a moment, the bar was so quiet... you could have heard the figurative pen drop. Tilting her head just a bit, AJ caught the glances tossed in her direction and the disbelief on more than one but her attention never left the man who'd come to a dead stop in the middle of the floor.


Uh oh... Had she poked a stick at someones little ego? To bloody bad. She'd never been the type to tuck and run and she wasn't about to start now. He might be the baddest thing on the block but she wasn't any slouch herself and she valued action just as much as he did. Besides, he might be bigger... but that didn't mean she played fair. A girl had to use whatever advantages she had, right?

Right. Her daddy hadn't raised any damned fools.

And then hell REALLY broke loose. Exit Stage One, Enter Act Two.

From her spot at the bar, AJ caught sight of the men who'd entered the bar even before the "leader" began to talk. Instinct had her reaching for her weapons and she finished her drink with a nonchalant air she was far from feeling. As words flew between the "big" guy and the newcomer, the petite huntress sat her glass down and moved so that she was out of the line of fire but positioned so that she could make a break for the back door if the need a rose.

Which put her in the exact position to catch the glimpse of movement in the darkened hall when bullets started flying. One moment, everyone was chatting in cool, friendly tones and the next.. it was like the OK Corral all over again.

With lead flying everywhere, AJ threw herself over the bar, grabbed the rifle from behind the counter and was just glancing around the side of the counter when two more thugs came flying out of the back with guns aimed at the back of the now apparent werewolf's men.

"SHIT!" she swore to herself and raised the gun even as she wondered why the hell she was even bothering to help these assholes. Obviously, they were exactly what she'd heard about but she'd never liked bastards that shot people in the back. That was the act of a coward and it just royally pissed her off.

If you wanted a fight, fine.. Then pick one like a man and not some kind of yellow bellied snake.

"Hold it right there, boys!" she shouted above the boom of gunshots. Of course, she might as well of saved her breath because instead of pausing, one simply turned is weapon on her and she pulled the trigger dispassionately even as the back of his brains splattered on the wall behind him.

The second fool let out a roar and dove at her. Shaking her head, she threw the gun to the ground and met him with a wicked roundhouse that toppled him backwards into a table and sent him into the filth on the floor. When he bounded back up at her, she had her blade ready for him even before he'd managed to pull one of his own and slashed at her. Smaller and quicker, she ducked his guard and played with him a few moments before sliding the silver between his ribs and putting him out of his misery.

All in all, she figured it was more merciful than what the wolf would have done.

With opponents taken out, AJ shifter her attention to the now settling dust and wiped her blade on a nearby napkin. Only then did she realized that she had a biting pain on one side and looked down to see a patch of crimson covering her clothing and dripping to the floor at her feet.

SHIT. She must have been struck by a stray bullet in the fray. This was an unseen occurance that she certainly didnt need. With causal movements, Aj found her jacket and slipped it on so that the injury was hidden from view and then decided that getting the hell out of dodge would be the better part of valor for this insane night.

Not wanting to draw the were's attention, the huntress tried to slip back into the shadows but froze when those icy eyes snapped to her. Immediately, her instincts went on full alert and she definitely lifted her chin at him to show she wasn't afraid before giving a small nod and sliding towards the back door.

Never let it be said she'd out stayed her welcome... Besides, she now needed a shower and something to remove the stink of idiocy from her person. So much for her care free night on the town. Next time, maybe she should just forget about the foreplay part and go right for finding a bed partner on a hunt. This civilian life was for the birds.

Keeping her gaze on the were, the little brunette let the silver blade slide into her hand even as she packed away details. If there was trouble, at least she had a bit of an advantage. A silver blade made for an excellent throwing dagger if push came to shove.

"Well.. Its been real... and its been fun... but I can't say its been real fun so... Ya'll have a good night and have fun cleaning up this mess." she said by way of farewell as her back hit the wall and she edged sideways.

[maddog]

Gabe tilted back his head, blissed out at the screams, the sounds of gunfire, the pleading and sour tang of blood. There was crimson stains on his arms and his chest, marking up the $800 suit he was wearing, but he could care less. The ability to take down a legend like Switchblade Zhao was frikkin’ priceless, man. Now, the only other thing that could make the night even better was some booze and a piece of ass.

A female’s voice cut through the bar, and Gabe’s smile widened. Speaking of which…hadn’t he promised himself that he wasn’t going to let the little bitch walk off without some punishment? That acidic little tongue had cost him a good business deal…well, and gained him some bragging rights, now that the Triad fuck was out of the picture. Damn, did that mean he owed her? It probably did.

There was also the fact that she’d begun to help him during the gunfight. Though he’d been out of it after that shot to his pretty head, it was obvious that someone had to have been covering their backs…and lookit that; the little chickee was in the perfect position to do just that. Well, double crap; now he owed her twice over.

He hated life, sometimes.

His nose wrinkled at the fine smell of silver, and he eyed the blade in her hand. Well, wasn’t she turning out to be more than a poser? How interesting.
He really wanted her to be his piece of ass. Damn, but life was annoying!

Gabe tracked her as she moved toward the door, leaving his now lifeless victim behind. His head tilted slightly as he weighed his options, then let loose a martyred sigh.
”I suppose I’ll have to let you leave here alive,” He said, dramatically sounding regretful. “But this won’t be the last time we see each other, little girl. I think our verbal fight needs a rematch. Good night, my friend. I’ll see you soon.”

[/blockquote]