[Sodium_noir] The Songs of Someone Tempted (Raindogs)

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Ariñe, Jaywick, Malone 
Pooka, Boggan, Troll 
Raindogs 

<< "do you know what Hannibal is? The guy that owns the lachramatory or 
whatever 
 it's called."
 
 "Not right!" Jaywick said as he waddled past on the other side of the bar. 
To Jaywick there was no such thing as a private conversation, because if there 
was we'd all have been born telepathic. Malone snorted with amusement.


 
She smiled as well.


 "Our rotund friend is right!" he replied. "Hannibaal Kinkaid has been in the 
thick of several unfortunate events, but has never once seen the inside of a 
police cell as far as I am aware. Despite the constant flow of drugs and 
catamites through his establishment, it all just slides off him like water off a 
ducks back. The Glamour that hangs from his is both dark and wonderous,leading 
me to suspect he is one of the Undead perhaps, or something worse." he pondered 
for a moment, finishing his drink. "If your friend Max and his Oathcircle 
like him as much as they do, I'd risk money that he is a vampire. The Sluagh and 
the 'caps have always been drawn to the children of Lilith!"
  >>


She rolled her eyes and smiled again.

"Their just... young."

She looked back up at him and somewhere in the middle her eyes went back out 
into the bar.

"I don't quit understand the thrill of being close to death any longer."

It didn't seem that they really liked him exactly. It was more of a strange 
admiration that often came with youth, so she thought, that desire to feel 
alive or at least that's what they thought it was but in reality it was just being 
closer to death. A man like that, even with the little experience she had 
with him, was one to stay clear of if possible because apparently he knew too 
much, things one should never need to know. 

She picked up the glass of wine from the bar and drank from it. She took only 
a small drink. In any other bar she wouldn't have left it unattended as much 
but given where she was and with Malone right there and Jaywick never that far 
off she figured she was safe. Despite that reasoning she took a small drink 
at first not that anyone would notice this rational but she was making sure it 
tasted the same for the usual drugs one might be slipped changed the taste of 
something drastically, 'ruffies' being prime suspect made things saltier than 
the ocean. As to why she knew these things... well, she had been fostered by, 
more appropriately as a satyr. Tasting, seeing, nor smelling anything out of 
the ordinary she took a real drink.

"so when do I start?"

She was really trying to get something a little more concrete than she had 
been given thus far, which should in the bit of hesitation in her question. She 
really did need Malone to tell her what to do. Interviewing and interrogating 
weren't her strong points. She needed a character to be. If she could create a 
character for this she could do it, make it a movie and everything would be 
fine. Of course she couldn't be someone else with Max and his Oathcircle but 
still a character would help. And she didn't think she'd need to be anyone but 
herself with this girl Malone mentioned but still she needed something. He used 
to be a cop, right? he should know something. Right? on top of all of that 
she really had no idea what time it was. It had gotten harder and harder to tell 
in the few short nights she had been here because the people were coming 
early and staying late. Things weren't quit like the normal bar but then again 
Raindogs wasn't the average bar to begin with. 

She really did want him to... well... to act like the lieutenant he is... 
was... at least to start her out. It was oddly sexy or would be anyway and 
perhaps not even that odd. She was a strong woman and therefor it only made sense 
that... It was or would be... What would have been their first kiss if it 
weren't for... her mind had started to run through a thousand things at once again 
circling quickly to one side of her being, that side that was starting to 
breathe a little in frustration. She was impatient when it came to... well, 
honestly a lot of things. Afterall she was a creature of passion. Her stance changed 
a little bit, just slightly. She had been simply relaxed before but that 
natural sensuality not completely forgotten. It couldn't be. Now the curves of her 
body were just a little more acentuated then before and meant certainly for 
Malone. It was only a slight change, however. That being said Malone would 
probably notice anyway but few else would. 

"...and where?"

...tag...

OOC: Sorry I totally forgot she had a glass of wine in her hand but... moving 
on, things have been fixed sort of. 

Oh and I don't know that she knows he was a lieutenant so it's not meant to 
be as if she does. It's just what came to mind as I was writing.