Post by Lynnette on Apr 25, 2006 0:50:33 GMT
This is in a different style to how I usually prefer to write, but here's hoping I've pulled it off ^_^ Never really written this way before, heh...
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I’d always been wary of males. My past as an intended ‘breeder’ had made sure of that, but in recent years, it had eased somewhat. It wasn’t necessarily all males that I was wary of, but only the ones who stank of intent; the ones who’d usually had too much to drink, and had eyes bigger than their bellies. And I’d always been confident. It had been one thing the males in my old pack had hated about me; my confidence. My ability to say what I felt, whenever I wanted. Of course, it had earned me my fair share of hits, but most of the time, it was worth it.
I was wandering the crowds at the local nightclub when I felt the hand wrap about my waist from behind, and pull me back. The masculine form behind me was firm, and irritating; if I’d wanted to draw that kind of attention, I would have worn a more revealing shirt. I glanced briefly up and back, and then easily twisted myself out of his hold, studying his face; slightly bloodshot eyes, and leering smile. The usual. They never did learn.
“Wanna dance?” he slurred at me, as I sipped my drink, uninterested.
“No,” I responded, feigning a yawn. He was fighting a losing battle, and the poor fool didn’t even know it.
“Aww, c’mon, pretty lady… I’ll buy you a drink?”
“Already got a drink,” I reminded him, lifting the glass a little. He’d managed not to spill it when he’d grabbed me from behind; I might have been a little less tolerant of him if he had. “Thanks for the offer, though.”
As I turned to leave, he snatched at me again, catching a hand at the waist of my pants. I growled, turning vivid yellow eyes on him, the black pupils warning him off. His hand dropped from my side instantly. He may have been drunk, but he knew a threat when he saw one, luckily for him. In fact, his being drunk helped my case; when he told his buddies about the yellow-eyed woman he’d tried to dance with, they’d laugh it off, and tell him to cut back on the alcohol.
Smirking victoriously, I snaked through the crowd away from him, sipping at my drink as I let my gaze wander.
Wariness aside, I’d still know an interesting, worthwhile male when I saw one.
~Fin~