Prowess.(Kennadee)

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He silently entered the pub, still keeping himself on down low.He wore his usual attire. Bandanna, mask and the red silk combo. He saw exotic dancers glore with men throwing money at them. Couples kissing, friends laughing and a ring with a rather huge man sitting in the corner sweating, must of been fighting. It was a fun but comfy scene. He walked over to the bar and took a seat.

"What will it be young man?" The bartender said as friendly as can be, a smile on the man's face. The bartender was quite the jolly fellow. So much that he made the other people seem like sad sacks. He was about 5'10, bald, and a kg for a belly. But his weight did not seem to bother him. "Not much of a talker are you boy?"

Even though the man was kind, he remained silent as always and merely pointed at his desired drink and nodded when the bartender asked the question. Then looked over to the man once again. He wondered if he would be paid handsomely, if he were to beat him. Somehow the bartender knew what he was thinking. And of course he didn't know what Hiro was. The bartender thought he was just another boy wanting to prove himself among the masses. But still he decided to tell him about it.

"That's Mangoo, my boy. Often mistaken for mango." He said with a small laugh. "One of the best fist fighters around. He's not someone to mess with. You really want to fight don't you boy?" He passes Hiro his drink. While he does, Hiro nods in agreement. The bartender laughs again. "Well then the prize is three free nights here in the inn. Everything of course on the house, meaning the booze, the food and the woman." He said giving Hiro a nudge, a goofy but nice smile on his face. "And three hundred gold coins. But really for all that you have to fight pass everyone else who wants to fight Mangoo." The bartender points to a long line of men, waiting to fight the man. He rolls his eyes and walks to the line.

He took off his red silk shirt. And right at that moment he was called out for his first fight. Lucky for him, most of the men were drunk and were easy to take out. It was about twenty minutes when he finally beat them all. The people in crowd were awe-struck by how fast he beat all the men. He was finally able to take on Mangoo. The big man stood before him, high and might. Making himself feel superior to that of the young man who stood before.

"So you think you can take me on huh punk? By the time I finish you off your own mum won't recognize you!" He said almost laughing. Without saying a word, Hiro grabbed the man's wrist, slamming Mangoo into the ground, putting him into a arm bar. Nearly breaking his arm before Mangoo could submit. The crowd went crazy in laughter. As he walked by them, they would pat him on the back. He finally he took his seat and finished his drink.

"Wow boyo. Your more than you look. As promised and more, you can have five nights for free, with an addition twenty silver. And of course free meals and booze on me at anytime." The bartender said with a warm smile. This was nice but he hoped that he only attracted good attention. He turned his head a bit seeing an attractive dancer. But being the person as he was. If she wanted to talked to him she can.

[kennadee]

shush girl, shut your lips;;

The music pumped at almost obnoxious levels throughout the pub as all the girls around her and herself moved to the beat seductively. The music flowed through their being but Kennadee hardly noticed the other girls as she danced in her red burlesque attire. She was so consumed in the beat of the music and the sweaty, drunken man pushing money into the side of her underwear that she had forgotten the rest of the bar, as she did every night that she danced. Does this sound appealing? Hardly. To be honest, as sexual as Kennadee was, she rarely liked pushing her body along tables, poles, and the likes for money. It was simply degrading. However, she did what she needed to to make money. This was life and life required money.

The song changed and Kennadee paused her body there, laying on some group's table. It was a collage of horny men, barely out of their twenties. Her legs were up in the air, she was laying on her back, as she slowly sat up, her hands tosseling her thick, ebony hair. It fell looser around her neck and in wild directions, curving around her face as she danced in synchronization with the fast beat of the music.

When she decided it was the next table's turn to watch her smother their table with her 'dancing', Kennadee noticed a new face walking into the pub. Usually, the people in here were regulars and she had memorized every groove on every face in here. As she walked to the next table, she did so slowly, following him with her eyes. He was at first glance, slight, but he had a certain aire about him. Arrogance perhaps?

Shaking her head to a particularly fast portion of the current song, Kennadee returned her attention the the next table. Well, as much attention as her job required. She walked up the person sitting closest to her and danced in his face as he began to hoot. Turning away from him, she rolled her eyes and found the man again. He was fighting, fighting extremely well and creating quite a bit of noise. How had she not noticed this before? She took a few steps away from the table, her body still moving as though it were as natural as breathing as she watched the man take down Mangoo with utter ease. However, the look on his face was not satisfaction. It was as though he had no doubt that he would lose even though Mangoo was at least four times his size. She glared at him with her aquamarine eyes, following him to the bar as she took backwards steps to the table. He was different than those in this bar.

She turned back to the man that had been hooting when she danced in front of him and slapped him lightly across the face hoping he would find it disrespectful and shut up. Of course, she was wrong. He liked it. Just my bloody luck, she thought as she sighed audibly.

Kennadee ran her fingers through her hair as she stole a glance at the man at the bar to find she was returning his gaze upon her. She couldn't help but smile even as he turned his head back towards the bartender. Someone had noticed her and had not made it their personal mission to be on top of her while she was dancing, that was enough for her even despite the odd aura she was recieving from him. Well, odd yet familar.

do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips;;

[/color] Song Credit: 'Don't Trust me', 3OH!3
[/li][li] [/color]Word Count: five-nine-two (592)
[/li][li][/color] Notes: Sorry this reply took so long!
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He saw her glimse at him, what could the dancer be thinking? He looked at the bartender. His mind was curious and set on figuring out who she was. Normally he gets what he wants. "Whose that dancer?" He said quietly. Pushing his mask down and taking a sip of his drink. He looks from the corner of his eye to see if she was dancing. Instead he sees her gazing at him. Which was a tid bit creepy.

"Ah, would be Kannadee. She is an amazing dancer. Attracts a lot of the men." The bartender said while he cleans his dirty dirty shot glasses. "Well...She is..." He stopped before he finished his sentence. Smelling the smells of animals, mainly coming from her. "Does she have any pets at all?" He said to check his suspicions. The bartender response. "Well I wouldn't know. I don't think so..."

He smiles and finishes his drink. "Vodka mix with sprite on the rocks." The bartender hands him a drink and a blueberry cigar. "A cigar?" He shrugs and finishes his drink. The exotic dancer was a shapeshifter. And she seem to have a small intrest in him, he didn't know why. But he was going to find out. He ordered another drink for the both of them, and without turning patted the seat next to him. Attempting to lure her in with a free drink and seat. But will she take the bait?

[kennadee]

shush girl, shut your lips;;

Kennadee turned her body away from the man at the bar and directed her attention back to the table, moving away from the crude 'hooter'. Yes, she was pushing her body in stanger's faces to make money, but even her 'type' found it rude. Her type being those that sell off their bodies, of course she hadn't gone as far as prostitution, well, lately.

Her body moved gracefully and seductively as she gently glided around the table, all the while though she had no interest in the money being waved and stuck in her attire. She was more interested in the man at the bar, though she didn't dare glance at him now. He had caught her looking at him and could occasionally feel his eyes burning into her back as she danced there. In all honesty, her job here at the bar felt so monotonous. She always danced for the same people, and always made about the same amount of money. Of course, there was the occasional man who became extremely drunk and shoved all his money into her underwear with the reward of a feel. Kennadee often resented the feel and slapped whomever it was feeling, but she loved the money.

As all of this rushed through her mind, she realized she was walking in a rut. Where was the spontaneity in her life that she thrived on? It was apparently M.I.A. Sighing audibly, she turned her head to catch a glimpse of the man at the bar. Even over the music, she could swear she heard her name uttered in casual conversation. She turned back to the table and scowled downwards at the floor. Kennadee didn't tell people at the bar her real name, she had a stage name. Everyone here knew that. Curse the ignorant bartender.

Shaking her head, she rotated her body and turned back to the man. To her disbelief, he motioned for her to come sit next to him. Well, he was patting the seat next to him. Whom it was directed to, she was unsure but she could care less, Kennadee wanted to know who he was so badly it had started to eat away at her.

Leaving the table without warning or a word, Kennadee made her way over to the bar next to the man. She looked him over closely as she approached and caught a whiff of something animalistic. She knew he was not like the others in the bar, but she had not immediately guessed he was of the, for lack of a better term, supernatural as she was. By the smell, she guessed Werewolf or Lycan, she never could tell the difference.

Finally getting to the bar, she leaned over the shiny bar surface. Ken looked the bartender straight in the eye and smiled menacingly. She had obvious disdain for the man simply because he was himself. Kennadee looked at the seat and the mysterious man in the one beside it. She curved her body towards his. It was almost a reflex for her to do this. Perhaps it was just her natural lustful nature, or the animalistic side of her that found a way to surface when she was in her human form. Either way, she was lustful.

Her body still close to the man's, she took her eyes but not her attention away and directed it towards the bartender. "Now, what are you two talking about?"

do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips;;

[/color] Song Credit: 'Don't Trust me', 3OH!3
[/li][li] [/color]Word Count: five-seven-three (573)
[/li][li][/color] Notes: Yay alcohol and icky post on my part...!
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The bartender quickly turned. Pretending to be tending to something. But why would he do so is the question. It seemed they did not get along very well. Seeing as he turned the moment she came by. As a lycan he found that rather pathetic. He takes off his mask revealing his face. Places the cigar he received in his mouth and lit it using a match. As he bit into the cigar, he also revealed his main four fangs. To keep his target questioning who he is, that's if his little guess was true.

"Well nothing now." He responded, smoking his cigar, looking her up and down. She was attractive and she heart beats telling him, she was lustful herself. Her pressed near his. He used his hand to press up her chin. "You seem to scare my friend away. Too..." He takes and seductive pause. "Beautiful maybe? From what I'm guessing you hate your work...You seem bored with it. But then again I'm just making shit up outta my ass." He let go of her chin. "So how long have you worked here?"

[kennadee]

shush girl, shut your lips;;

The bartender was now nothing but another adornment behind the bar now that Kennadee had walked up. Small in size though she was, most people knew not to cross her and this particular bartender had experianced her wrath first hand. Miss Kennadee was a fierce little being, regardless of the fact she could shapeshift. Strong-willed and able-bodied, she did herself well.

When the man removed his mask, Kennadee's eyes scanned his face, memorizing its features as she had a natural tendency to do. She had a knack for faces. Names, however, were a completely different story.

As he bit into the cigar, his four main teeth were exposed and her suspicions of what he truly was were confirmed. Again, she knew he was a werewolf or a Lycan. She knew the difference between the two, but whether or not he could change at will was up in the air. She herself could change at will, but naturally, she was quite less animalistic than these creatures. She kept more of her human thoughts and actions even though she shifted her shape. Kennadee believed this to be her biggest advantange when she was in the form of an animal.

His hand touched her chin, pushing it upwards and for some reason, she felt heat rise to her cheeks. No one ever layed a finger on her face, no one ever felt compelled to do so. If anyone touched her, it was around three rather obvious places. His touch was smooth, gentle almost even though she knew what he was. When he spoke of her scaring 'his friend' away, she could not help but laugh. The problem was not being too beautiful, though she knew she was attractive. "Well, thank you, but the problem between him and I goes far deeper than my looks," she answered coyly, her body still close to his, almost touching his, but not quite.

Then, the man continued on to explain about her and her job, how she bored with it, how she hated it. Her smile faded and she met his eyes with her aquamarine ones. Was it that obvious she hated her work? Kennadee dropped the eye contant to look at the ground momentarily, shifting her weight forcing her attire to shimmer in the light. Looking back up, she replied, "I've been working here for about a year and a half now. It usually pays decent, but I hate it, most days." Kennadee again captured his eyes with hers. "I'm in here every day of the week, waitressing or dancing and I know every face in this bar. I have never seen you before...you're very, intriguing."

do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips;;

[/color] Song Credit: 'Don't Trust me', 3OH!3
[/li][li] [/color]Word Count: four-four-zero (440)
[/li][li][/color] Notes: la de da
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"That is quite a long time. Mainly for dancing anyway." He said calmly. Softly and slowly his fingers slowly ran down her soft and heated up cheek. He found that some what adorable. She didn't scare off the bartender from her looks the was for certain. The bartender walking off. "Im curious, if you don't mind me asking, What happen between you two?" He asked reaching over the counter and aking out two drinks for the both of them. And shrugs a bit, he was a wolf, if something, he'd take it.

He leaned back playfully inviting her to come closer to him. Still, it was still her choice rather or not she wanted to come closer. "Intriguing? You find me intriguing?" He chuckles a bit. While he still puffed on his cigar. "Miss K. I am just like anyone else in this club. Another pervert. But if you say so. What exactly makes you intriguied with me? Esipacially a woman as beauitful as you?"

He was lucky, he knew how to speak to women. And knew what made them tick.

[kennadee]

shush girl, shut your lips;;

Kennadee listened to him speak in his smooth and enchanting, perhaps was the correct word, voice. She tilted her head sideways slightly listening not only to him but to the protests from her unaccompianed tables. Most were babbling about how she was spending far too much time on one man, one that hardly looked as though he deserved it. Well, they obviously had a terrible view. An almost silent purr radiated from her throat as he caressed her cheek. His skin was soft and felt cold against her flushed cheek.

"Well, I was a barmaid first and I needed the extra money, so I took up dancing too." She shrugged. She had never really thought much about her job. Yes, she was bored with it, but was else was she going to do? "I never really thought ahead past high school and it's screwing me over now. I made some mistakes and now I'm here every night for the past year and a half," she half laughed out. Honestly, the situation wasn't really funny, but she felt it was rather morbid to announce but he had commented.

She glowered at the bartender out of the corner of her eye and hissed under her breathe at him, her tongue changing to that of a snake and back in the blink of an eye. It was reflex really, when she was around someone she did not care for, her animalistic nature tended to seep out but she was careful about controlling it. Looking the man straight in the eye, her face became stone. "Let me say this first, bartenders do not touch their barmaids and especially not their dancers," she started, taking the drink and sipping at it. "I was new in town, I got this job almost immediately after getting here and I worked as many hours as I could get. Mind you, it was a lot. Sometimes I would get here at five and not leave till four in the morning. Anyway, I finally got a day off but I came here because it was the only familar place," she paused to take another sip of the drink. "Well, long story short, I got piss drunk and your bartender friend decided to have a little fun with me and make a damned video. Asshole." With this, Kennadee downed the rest of her drink. She didn't like thinking about the past, especially her own. Yes, it was dumb for her to stay here after that experiance, but she had no other job qualifications and no one else would take her after the video leaked.

Putting her last words behind her, Kennadee stepped forward slightly, moving her body closer to hers as he curved his backwards, an obvious invite. Setting the glass down, she twirled a lock of his hair as she bent close to him, her lips right next to his ear. "I find you intriguing because you don't flaunt your true lusty motives. You make it a game," she purred, kissing his cheek as she pulled away. "And here, I'm Viper." She rested a hand on his thigh, while the free one gathered her hair to one side of her neck.

do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips;;

[/color] Song Credit: 'Don't Trust me', 3OH!3
[/li][li] [/color]Word Count: five-three-one (531)
[/li][li][/color] Notes: Worker conflict!
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"I never went to 'high school' and look at me. Wait I take that back entire." He said with a smile and a small laugh. But then again he was over five thousand years old. And was a fighter almost all of his life. "That isn't something to be laughing about though." He shrugs as well, some situations did need to be laughed at even if it was a dire situation. Laughing relaxes one's mind when in horiffic doubt. That is how people are, a former master of his litteraly died laughing because all of the pain he has felt in his lifetime. The poor human...Oh well, you never starve a lycan and expect him to play nice.

His eyes rang with the voices of all the preverted men calling out to her. He tilted his head with the cigar in his mouth and raising a glass of whiskey to them. A taunting gesture. He reached in his pocket taking out two spiked brass kncukles. A grin still on his face, the gesture turned into, a 'back off or I'll be the living crap out of you.' He attention went back to her once her tongue changed to that of a snake. He had to admit, that was kinda a combnation of hell of weird and really sexy.

He leaned foreword to his little invite. "The bartender wasn't very nice was he?" He said as he pulled out his cigar from his mouth and whispered in her ear. "A game you say? What kind of game?" He said flirtatiously, leaned back as he felt her hand on his thigh. Giving her a filrty look. "Don't tell me your not a little." He took a pause. "Lustful at this moment."

[kennadee]

shush girl, shut your lips;;

Kennadee sighed lightly as her hand, still resting on his thigh drummed slightly, barely creeping upwards but nonetheless, it was moving up. She listened to him speak as the men behind her grew louder. "You already said it, you can't take it back now." She said, taking her free hand and twirling a lock of his hair again, she loved the way his hair felt around her finger. It was soft. "And, I am looking at you," she grinned. Kennadee skipped over the laughing comment all together. She would rather not talk about that , at all. She was a reckless person, bent on living in the here and now, not in her past.

Her gaze left his face as she noticed him fiddling around in his pockets. When his hands emerged, they were adorned with brass knuckles. While she found the things tacky and a waste of time, but she appreciated the fact that the men behind her suddenly shut up and began conversing about other things besides her ass.

"The bartender..." she snarled at him. "Is an insolent ass," Kennadee spat. She did not like him and her disdain tended to leak heavily when he was near. However, her anger faltered when he whispered in her ear. An electric shock radiated through her body when his warm breath hit her ear. Smiling coyly, she replied. "The same game everyone here plays, but with different rules," she said flipping a loose strand of hair away from her face. "The game that always has me acting on my lustful intentions, my constant lustful intentions." She answered. No, it was not a direct answer, but she got everything across.

do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips;;

[/color] Song Credit: 'Don't Trust me', 3OH!3
[/li][li] [/color]Word Count: two-seven-eight(278)
[/li][li][/color] Notes: Such...a...bad...post!
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"To you. If I was that weak too, I would do the same thing." He said. But he wasn't that weak, lucky for the world. It would in a constant warzone, in constant chaos, at least until he died. "How about we forget about him for a while huh?" He said softly. The feeling of his hair being playeed with and her hand slowly moving up made him feel...What was a good word? Intoxicated with lust for her. Still he maintained his smooth persona.

A small smiled appeared on his face. She was so playful and he liked it. He gentlely brushed back her hair with his fingers, leaned foreword and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Are you sober, I wouldn't want to be like the bartender. And get a beautiful girl like you to hate me."

[kennadee]

shush girl, shut your lips;;

As she stood there and he sat there, their flirtatious, playful banter began the sparks of intense sexual tension. In all honesty, the tension was present from the moment he walked into the bar. This conversation, the body language, the strategically placed hands were all igniting a fire between them. Kennadee wanted him, she could feel it in the pit of hers stomach, raging inside her. When had her lust raged so? It felt almost unfamilar, this need, this desire. Perhaps it was because she was so enthralled with this man. This man, she still was lacking a name for this man. She parted her lips to ask his name, but caught herself before she did, exhaling a small puff of air. His namelessness kept the mystery alive. He didn't need a name, not now, not yet.

His fingers brushed against her cheek as he pushed hair away from her face, newly flushed. Again, an electric shock ran threw her as his skin touched hers. The longing inside of her screamed at her as he returned the kiss on her cheek. Kennadee half-smiled, ready to burst. She felt warm everywhere, even though she was wearing basically nothing. She was amazed at how well they were both keeping themselves collected, moreso him of course.

His comment forced her half smile into a full, flirtatious smile. "I'm sober," she whispered as she leaned into him, her lips just barely grazing his with a kiss. He tasted sweet from the alcohol and the cigar. Pulling only slightly away, she locked her eyes onto his. She could feel the heat coming from his body as her own body heat merged with it.

do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips;;

[/color] Song Credit: 'Don't Trust me', 3OH!3
[/li][li] [/color]Word Count: two-seven-eight (278)
[/li][li][/color] Notes: ...soberness...how bland.
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He smiles happily behind it all, nothing but lust. Her body was so warm, so sexy, he couldn't help but utter a small growl, as a pure nature made manner. More like a dog when it sees it master or a nice little treat. In this case it's a nice treat. A very...Very lovely treat. He wonder how her lips tasted, those soft glossy lips. His little curiousity was answered. Her lips slightly grazed his, a smiled appeared, to let her know he liked it, her face still close to his.

He licked his lips a little bit, giving her a very suductive look. Looking deeply into her eyes, as hers locked on to his. Returning her kiss, by first kissing her lips. Then to her cheek, then downward on to her neck. He leaned back a bit, giving her a gesture with his hand to go upstairs, where it's little more...Quiet. What would it be?