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Post by Quinn on Jul 16, 2007 14:21:36 GMT -5
Quinn walked into the brightly lit nightclub and looked around. The dancefloor was virtually empty, and most of the customers were sitting at the bar, drowning themselves in alcohol. She rolled her eyes. At least the music was good. She confidently approached the bar and ordered a firewhiskey from the strange bartender. Quickly she gulped down her drink and dropped a couple of coins on the bar before she strolled deliberately onto the dancefloor and began to gyrate in a provactive manner. Surely this would make things happen...
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 16, 2007 14:30:57 GMT -5
Logan stepped into the nightclub, he rarely came here but he didn't have anything else to do. He pulled his hat low as he walked to the bar, he ordered a firewhiskey then turned to watch people talk and dance. Though, he noticed, there weren't many people there, but as his eyes scanned the room they stopped on a young woman.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 16, 2007 14:51:38 GMT -5
Quinn continued to dance wildly, tossing her hair around and shaking her hips. She glanced around and saw a guy watching her. Smiling mischievously, she grabbed his hands and dragged him onto the dancefloor. "Hey," she said. "What do you say to a little dance?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 16, 2007 14:58:12 GMT -5
Logan stood stock still on the dance floor after being drug onto it. "Well, miss, I don't really dance." In truth he couldn't dance, never saw the sense in it.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 16, 2007 15:04:32 GMT -5
Quinn was unconcerned. She twirled around him seductively. "Oh, come on. You look like you need to party. Loosen up and have a little fun. I mean, dancing is all about letting go of all your hangups and being free. Look at you with that big coat and hat... you really need to break free. At the very least it's good exercise."
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 16, 2007 15:11:07 GMT -5
Logan watched the woman. "I get plenty of exercise." He told her he did need to loosen up but the tension of wondering when he was going to be called stopped him from doing so.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 16, 2007 15:18:12 GMT -5
Quinn pouted prettily. "Fine, then. Want to buy me a drink?" She licked her upper lip and leaned closer to him. "This place is deadly boring. What is up with these people, anyway?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 16, 2007 15:25:04 GMT -5
"I suppose I could... and I rarely come here but I've heard that when there are a lot of people most are werewolves and vampires." Logan said walking back to his seat. There was something about this woman that he liked, maybe it was just her looks, he didn't know.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 16, 2007 15:31:22 GMT -5
"Werewolves and vampires!" laughed Quinn. "How shocking! But I wonder, do most people know a werewolf or vampire when they see one? And don't they deserve to have a good time once in a while, too?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 16, 2007 18:49:16 GMT -5
"I suppose they do, I rarely come in here so I don't care." Logan said in a slightly bored tone.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 17, 2007 9:22:54 GMT -5
Quinn groaned. "Boy, you really are just a boring old stick in the mud, aren't you? Ugh, is there anyone here who has a pulse? I mean, really... I've met livelier vampires. Come on, buy me a drink. And you should have a few drinks. Maybe you'll loosen up. What's your name, anyway?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 17, 2007 11:01:46 GMT -5
"One: I'm not a vampire, two..." Logan gestured to the bartender to bring two more firewhiskeys. "And three: Logan."
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Post by Quinn on Jul 17, 2007 11:12:26 GMT -5
"You're a man of few words, aren't ya?" Quinn said, snatching one of the glasses of firewhiskey and downing it in a single gulp. "Well, it's nice you meet you, Logan. Name's Quinn. No last name. I wasn't saying you were a vampire, I was just saying I've met livelier vampires. Seriously, don't you ever laugh or anything? What would happen if I stole your hat?" she asked, snatching the hat right off his his head.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 17, 2007 11:35:36 GMT -5
Logan clinched his fists to remain calm, he normally didn't let no one touch his hat. He didn't go anywhere without his hat, it reminded him of what he had been through. "In my line of work there is no time to laugh."
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Post by Quinn on Jul 17, 2007 11:47:27 GMT -5
"And what line of work is that? Funeral director?" she asked, laughing at her own joke. She reached up on her tiptoes and jammed the hat back on his head. Then she put both hands on his shoulders and used him to boost herself up so that she was suddenly sitting perched on the edge of the bar.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 17, 2007 11:53:35 GMT -5
"It's the line of work where if I told you I'd have to kill you." Logan said quietly as he fixed his hat.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 17, 2007 12:01:06 GMT -5
"Psh. Whatever, Mr. Serious," said Quinn. She was getting bored again, so she swung her legs around so that she was sitting sideways on the bar. AS she did this, she knocked down all of the glasses and bottles that were sitting there; some were empty and some were not. Everything crashed to the ground, shattering. Quinn threw her head back and laughed. She wanted to let out a loud howl, but she refrained. "I have my secrets too, you know," she said, reaching over and playing with the buttons on his coat. "Want to guess my secret?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 17, 2007 12:16:44 GMT -5
Logan smirked. "Let's see, you're flirtoutus attitude isn't a secret so, unless you're a vampire and werewolf there's really nothing, is there?"
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Post by Quinn on Jul 17, 2007 12:22:11 GMT -5
"Oh, you think I'm flirtatious now, you ain't seen nothing yet," she laughed. "Hmmm... vampire or werewolf... you may be getting warm there. What do you think? Am I more like some undead bloodsucker, or a wild wolf-girl?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Jul 17, 2007 12:31:55 GMT -5
Logan looked her over then said, "Well, you don't look like a vampire, so I'll go with werewolf."
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