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XXɪPᴏᴅ : Snake Eyes by Mumford and Sons
XXMᴏᴏᴅ : Coy
XXOᴜᴛғɪᴛ
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XXXOdette moved to get a refill for the man she was talking to. She hadn't bothered to get his name after she learned of his supposed occupation. Apparently he was a lead detective. Odette knew he was lying, not only because she was good at reading bullshit, but because she knew the detective in the city all too well.
The detective in Las Vegas was an old man, who was baffled whenever a bloodless body turned up. Of course she was the one to cover and find ways to avoid the detectives even getting involved, but there were other vampires who were much more reckless. She had once drained a person dry. Only she was smart enough to dispose of his accordingly.
She found the process being too tedious however, and now only stuck to drinking partially. To those she's drunk from, often forgot. Poisons weren't only used to kill. They could also be hallucinogens. The people she had drank from described the bite to be something ecstasy filled. Better than an orgasm even. Typically indescribable. Odette only could agree. Nothing was better than fresh blood.
Before arriving with the man's drink, she felt a new pair of eyes on her. Glancing forward she caught sight of Adrian. She could only smirk before walking to give the man his drink. The man may have been attractive, but she had already caught him in a lie. Odette would use this to humiliate him in front of the next woman he would pick up after he learned she didn't have much of an interest.
"Mr.Woods. Welcome to Plasma. Are you going to stand there looking like a kicked puppy?" she spoke loudly enough for him to hear her. She couldn't help but noticed his dressed down state. A T-shirt and jeans was something people didn't typically wear to Plasma. She wondered what his business at the club was. It was clear he either didn't know the type of club Plasma was (judging by the state of dress) or that he didn't care. Both good ideas she had.
"That your boyfriend?" the man asked, looking at Adrian as she was. She turned to him a grinned.
"I'm not the boyfriend type" she told him simply, he licked his lips.
"Are you a girlfriend type then?" he continued his question. Odette didn't give him a clear answer, only keeping her persona present.
"I'm sure you'd like to know" she responded. He nodded at her in agreement. Odette shrugged before walking to the other side of the bar, remaking another virgin shirley temple, that she was secretly spiking, for a small latina woman. It looked like she needed the drink.
The man was gone when she looked back. On the other side of the bar, Ryder was there, and a girl was pressed near him. It wasn't an uncommon sight. The girl looked all too familiar though. Odette felt like she should know who it was, but she couldn't place a name. Instead she raised a brow at Adrian, nodding towards an empty seat.
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XXɪPᴏᴅ : All The Right Moves by One Republic
XXMᴏᴏᴅ : Content
XXOᴜᴛғɪᴛ
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XXXHe hated waiting. Especially when he shouldn't be. He shouldn't have been waiting for a girl he met the night before. He should be out dancing, drinking even more, getting people to dance on the bar to piss Odette off. Find some girl to start pole dancing on a pole really not made for such things. But no, he was leaning against the bar waiting for the frisky blonde girl.
Before his complete thought ran its course, someone approached him. When he looked, it was the person he wanted there. Natasha was standing all too close to him, wearing something that shouldn't be legal. She was dolled up. Her hair was slightly wavy, her makeup exaggerated. Though when he looked down at the short dress he saw small spots of purple coming through, and he only grinned at the marks he had left.
"Did you miss me?" he heard her say, seeing a raised brow. She brought her drink to her perfectly red lips. He only watched her, not giving her a response quite yet. "You were pretty quick to get back to me." She teased, bringing her drink to her bright red lips with a playful smirk.
Ryder only smirked in response. His hand only went around, cupping her ass and pulling her towards him.
"You were even quicker to obey though, Kitty" he whispered in her ear. Now that the person he knew would be able to help him have fun this night was here, he was ready to have a good time.
"Now tell me, are you even wearing anything under that dress? Or do you want me to find out right now" he spoke quietly near her, having a hand trace up her thigh before letting go of her, leaning back into the bar.
He brought the drink back to his own lips before looking at her like he said nothing unusual at all. It was going to be a fun night to say the least.