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Post by Raoul on Sept 22, 2007 18:53:48 GMT -5
"A little bit of both I suppose, it's a bit of a change from France, plus just travelling around an helping our brethren whereever I can" Raoul answered slowly, as he followed her gaze into the crowd. So many people, he thought. The thought reminding him how hungry he was, thinking to himself that he would have to stop at a fast food place on his way out lest his hunger grew out of control.
Turning back to Namir he said, "Truthfully, it's been so long since I have thought of him that I can't remember his name, but it was it France..." "What about you, if you don't mind me asking?" he continued, taking another sip from his drink and relaxing slightly. He turned his attention slightly to the one called Pete, "So is it just a coincidence that we all just happened to meet at this nightclub?" he asked him whilst looking him over.
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Post by Pete on Sept 22, 2007 21:06:01 GMT -5
"For the first time in awhile, I can actually say yes, it is a coincidence. I have a caffine addiction to feed, that and I havent seen an action in days... Lets just say I have alot on my mind, things arent as... simple... as they used to be." Pete said, noticing that the new guy was sizing him up. Pete glanced over at Raoul, flashing his golden eyes before blinking, returning them to their normal blue color. It was Pete's favorite move, it seemed to freak some people out, much to his amusement.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 22, 2007 21:14:54 GMT -5
Show off she shook her head smiling smugly. "So what now, boys?" she pondered, "What a way waste a fine night like this, three lycans together, in a club, and nothing half dead to beat up." Sighing she realized she was getting slightly stir crazy. "All right. That's it." she said cooly with a tinge of frustration. Namir glided over to Pete. "Dance with me, darling?" She held her hand out with a mocking smile on her face. "Please?" she begged seductively, her grey eyes smoldering into Pete's.
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Post by Pete on Sept 22, 2007 21:23:29 GMT -5
Pete smacked his head against the table with a loud thud. "Ughn.... I can't dance. How bout we just go lift a heavy object? Or see who can get more girl's numbers?" Again he smacked his head against the table now realizing that it she wasnt "asking" him to dance, that was an order. Taking her hand he followed her into the crowd.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 22, 2007 22:11:49 GMT -5
Namir smiled to herself pulling Pete by the hand into the mass. "Come on its not that bad, love. It was either you or Raoul, and I figured you'd be an easier target." She winked and started to move to the beat of the music raising her hands up above her head moving her back against his body. After a couple songs she finally ended Pete's torture and pulled him back through the gyrating sea of people and to the bar where Raoul awaited. "Okay, now you men can have your barbaric games of picking up chicks phone numbers," she commented cooly with a hint of a smile. "I'm going to win anyways. I'd so get more numbers than both of you combined." she said arrogance shining through, puffing out her chest a little and a smirk on her face.
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Post by Pete on Sept 22, 2007 22:17:35 GMT -5
"Hmmm, sounds like you've had alot of expirience picking up women, making a bet like that." he said with a smirk. "Your on. You know for a fact that nobody can resist me."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 22, 2007 22:23:16 GMT -5
"Well.. its up to you, love. I can pick up either. Pick a gender, men or women. I could beat you both either way." Namir poked her tongue out at him, still mockingly arrogant. She raised her eyebrow in Raoul's direction. "What do you think?"
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Post by Raoul on Sept 23, 2007 7:45:01 GMT -5
Raoul raised an eye when Pete changed his eye colour, putting on a lazy grin. The boy had some spirit after all he thought.
Relaxing back on his chair as the pair took off to the dance floor he turned to the bar tender. "Can you get me a beer" he said, before draining the last dregs of his previous drink. After recieving the bottle he turned back to the room, searching for anyone in particular who caught his eye. A brunette further down the table, who appeared to be in her mid twenties, winked at him and gave him a sly smile. Smirking to himself, he thought that he may have a use for her later. As of late, he had taken to only hunting the homeless who would not be missed, he did not want to cause a stir in a new city with a few unexplainable deaths.
Namir and Pete returned from the sea of people after a few songs, and Rafael was already into his second beer. A smile spread across Rafael's lips as Namir asked if he was in on the bet. "Well... if you are in then I am in -- plus women usually go for older more experienced looking men, sorry squirt" he said looking with a fake sincere look at Pete, "and seeming I look older than both of you ..." he finished grinning slyly. His humorous side now showing itself as he joked with the other lycans. "Although, I don't think I would have much use with all the women, I only came here tonight to drown myself in ale and pick myself up some dinner." he said.
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Post by Pete on Sept 23, 2007 8:12:55 GMT -5
"We're not picking up numbers to call." Pete said with a grin. "Just to say we have 'em. And yeah, you do have a point, but you call me squirt again and you'll regret it. ((lol sry, doing spanish HW))
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Post by Raoul on Sept 23, 2007 8:20:27 GMT -5
(that's fine, I personally have only 3 days left of school -- thank god -- although I will miss all my friends)
Raoul grinned at Pete, "I like you, you've got attitude" he said, barely containing himself from saying anything else that may embarrass the boy. Taking a swig from his bottle he close his eyes, relishing the effect the alcohol was having on him. Opening them again slowly, he sat up straight, concentrating his mind so as to shut out the loud music which echoed through the place.
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Post by Pete on Sept 23, 2007 8:31:53 GMT -5
(( ugh i hate spanish lol )) Taking a questioning glance at Raoul, it was obvious that he was drunk out of his mind. It was actually pretty funny. "Raoul, you feelin' alright?" Pete asked as the man tipped over backwords in his chair... "Well, that answers that question... somebody's going to have a headache in the morning." He smirked, looking over to Namir. "Are you as think as I drunk you are?" No response. "Come on, lets get you outa here." he said as he lifted the man onto his shoulder and walked out of the door. "Hehe, no ladies for Raoul tonight." he said as he propped him up against the wall. Namir, our little friend is a little bit... smashed... any suggestions?
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 13:08:13 GMT -5
(i'd absolutely love to help you with spanish, its one of my favorite subjects) Oh dear. Namir groaned and reached into Raoul's back pocket to fish out his wallet before he could even feel her hand on the material. No, I'm not stealing from him, it might be helpful. And we need to get him out of here and a little sobered up before the bouncers kick him out. Just as she said this a big burly bald man was summoned up to the bartender, they were talking and looking in the lycan's general direction. We need to get him out sooner than later, it looks like, it could get ugly if we don't do it sooner than later. He looks like he needs some fresh air anyways. She looked over to the wobbly Raoul leaning on Pete's shoulder, laughing drunkenly. Namir grabbed her coat and motioned to the exit sign, her combat boots thudding on the floor as she pushed through the door and hit the cool crisp night air.
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Post by Raoul on Sept 26, 2007 4:51:40 GMT -5
Raoul leaned heavily on Pete's shoulder. The faint thought that he had drunk to much flitted across his mind, but he was too intoxicated to really understand the implications. Laughing at nothing in particular, he cast a stray eye towards the bartender's direction. The bouncer was eying him, waiting for trouble. Raoul hated people like that. "I'll show him" he slurred drunkily, hoisting himself up into a standing position and slowly shuffling back to the bar.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 26, 2007 16:15:55 GMT -5
Namir whipped her head back quickly. Raoul. Bad idea, love. She grabbed his arm with all her strength and tried to pull him back towards the exit. Pete? A little assistance would be nice. Unless you want to help him. she projected to her companion. What is it with lycans, it seems that if trouble doesn't follow us, we seek it out.
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Post by Raoul on Oct 1, 2007 19:31:24 GMT -5
A brief moment of willpower ran through Raoul, allowing him to regain control of himself. He set off towards the door, hoping the fresh air could dispel some of the drink's effects. He could feel Namir's pull on his arm but ignored it. He hoped he could get outside before once again he became influenced by the haze of alcohol. He sensed that the bouncer was trailing behind them watching them leave. A low growl resonated through Raoul's chest, as anger slowly sprang though him. The feeling of hunger gnawed through him, reminding him that he had not eaten for a few days. But he would not do anything whilst in the company of the others. Striding to the door, he walked outside relieved as he breathed in the fresh air.
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