Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Feb 5, 2007 1:14:52 GMT
Bo chuckled deeply with a little growl laced through the sound as Mimi practically skipped away, energetically, and looked to Fee, lifting a brow curiously. “Well… she’s different,” he acknowledged slyly, letting his eyes flicker again, teasingly, and his grin showed a little more canine than it needed to. He wasn’t worried about anyone around them seeing; people in clubs like Lunacy saw what they wanted to see, and most of the time, they blamed it on alcohol or some concoction of narcotics.
But just how different was Mimi? There was something about her that Bo couldn’t quite put his finger on, especially after her mixing display, and that was bugging him… but keeping him intrigued at the same time.
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Fee
Human
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I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
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Post by Fee on Feb 5, 2007 3:59:12 GMT
Fiona allowed herself a delighted little giggle -- probably the girliest sound ever to come from her mouth. And Bo was typically the only one who could coax it out. The young female grinned broadly at her lycanthropic friend and nursed her root bear for another few moments before she responded,"She ain't your normal girl, that's for damn sure, and I don't just mean in terms of personality, either."
A holler from the barflies signaled that Mimi had leapt onto the counter again. She danced provocatively, then looked back to Bo and Fiona. The latter received a wink, and the former was blown a cheeky little kiss.
Fee's giggles started up all over again -- what was in this root beer? "She liiiiikes you," she teased.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Feb 6, 2007 3:28:47 GMT
The lycanthrope allowed himself a cocky grin. “Well, of course she does, Chickadee.” His grin expanded, and his chuckle was as much a growl as it was laughter. “I mean… look at me, standing here like a badass in a leather jacket, with my blonde hair and blue eyes… why, I’m a catch.” He winked one bright blue eye, and drank from the glass he held.
Those same eyes then travelled down the bar, to watch the human dancing on it. She was good; he had to give her that. He felt his teeth chew lightly on his bottom lip as he watched her move to the music pumped from expensive, oversized speakers, finding his mind wandering…
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Fee
Human
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I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
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Post by Fee on Feb 6, 2007 6:21:23 GMT
"Cocky bastard..."
And there was the look. The silly, wicked, and (quite frankly) dirty look that Fee always got a huge kick out of. Most of the time it meant that she would be staying with one of the other members of the gang, but she got to harrass Bo about it in the morning, so it was always a win-win situation.
"Y'know, Bobby and Tad's roomie is out of town for the weekend." The hint was less-than subtle, but then again, Fiona didn't do subtle. She grinned deviously and continued, "I just want to be able to get my board and shit back tomorrow."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 6, 2007 20:25:40 GMT
He turned against the bar, drink still in hand, and regarded Fee in a manner that, for him, passed for thoughtful. Bo Elridge was not very old-fashioned… even when he’d been growing up in England when people were intended to marry before anything happened, he had been a ‘believer’ in the fun of one-night-stands. He’d been ahead of the times, as it were.
“Why, McFee… what’re you trying to say?” His grin gave it away. Hell, if he could have himself a little fun tonight, then so be it. It was full moon, he was full of energy, and if he had managed to capture the bartender’s attention just that much… well, he wouldn’t be saying no.
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Fee
Human
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Post by Fee on Feb 6, 2007 21:36:45 GMT
Fiona snorted. The remainder of her soda was chugged down quickly before she gave Bo a good nudge with her elbow. "Go get laid, you horndog," she told him bluntly, grinning. "But at least wait until after she gets down from the bar, huh?"
She ducked under the smack that was lined up for the back of her head, laughing heartily at her own dirty jab. Still not done, she pecked Bo affectionately on the cheek before turning around to grant him a heavy slap on the ass.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she teased.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 7, 2007 2:25:38 GMT
Yet another thing Bo liked about his female human companion. She would just say what was on her mind, rather than hesitate and hold back. It was a trait many of her kind lacked, unfortunately. “I think I can restrain myself that long,” he retorted with a laugh in his tone, even if the sound didn’t quite make it up out of his throat.
The slap granted Fee a no doubt expected growl, and he turned wolf’s eyes on her. “Well, that still leaves me with plenty of options, Chickadee,” he snarled at her deviously, leaning in close so she would hear him, and more or less no one else would. He lifted and dropped his brows in rapid succession before allowing himself a fresh grin.
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Fee
Human
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Post by Fee on Feb 7, 2007 4:55:53 GMT
That stupid grin always got to her, and now was no exception. Fiona laughed out loud, smile stretching from ear to ear. In a rare show of -- non-violent -- affection, she bounced at Bo and slung her arms around him in a brief, but fierce hug. "I love you, you smarmy jerkwad," she confessed with a grin.
Of course, the moment was rather ruined when she let him go in order to slug him in the arm. A likewise punch was thrown, and dodged, and Fee laughed again. She raised a gloved hand, waggling her fingers impudently before she danced her way into the crowd.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Feb 8, 2007 3:17:21 GMT
He had returned the enthusiastic hug with his free arm, having propped his bike helmet, containing leather gloves, on the stool in front of him, for safe-keeping. As she walked away, before she could get too far, after the swings back and forth, he ruffled her already-slightly-tousled hair and laughed to himself. Such was the norm’ for the two of them, and it felt just like second nature.
He rolled his eyes as she walked away, trying Bobby and Tad to keep an eye out for her, in case he became… preoccupied, as it were. Speaking of which…
Bo’s attention returned to the bar, and subsequently, the blonde mortal dancing atop it. As he observed, he cocked his head, feeling the wolf bristle just below the surface.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
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Post by Mimi on Feb 8, 2007 6:12:55 GMT
The dancing, blonde mortal saw little Fee make her exit into the crowd, but not before the younger human looked back and flashed a thumbs up. Mimi returned the single with a wide grin. They were two of a kind, Mimi and Fee. Mischief was a pastime for both of them.
To demonstrate her own mischievous streak, the Kansas girl moved her dance routine down the bar. From under the brim of her borrowed cowboy hat, she caught Bo's blue eyes and kept his gaze as she swaggered her way over to him. She stopped briefly, towering over him from the bar before she grinned -- a devious expression -- and beckoned with a crooked finger. The message was clear.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 8, 2007 12:42:18 GMT
And Bo was used to mischief. He had been around long enough to have developed his own brand of it, and he had known people like Fiona MacDuff long enough to be able to recognise other peoples’. Mischief was nothing new to the blonde werewolf; it was something of a way of life.
He couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying the view, even as Mimi came to dance in front of him, and the beckoning gesture earned her a raised eyebrow. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it meant, either, and he considered it for a few seconds. It didn’t take him long. Using his initiative and leaning over the bar to put his helmet and gloves in a space that he had seen reflected in the wall-long mirror behind the bar, he then used one hand and lycanthropic agility to spring himself up onto the surface alongside Mimi, flashing her a grin of his own.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
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Post by Mimi on Feb 8, 2007 17:48:18 GMT
Mimi laughed over the music and tilted her hat back, clearing her field of vision a bit. "Let's see what you've got, Blondie," she challenged, grinning her her own wolfish fashion. "Think you can keep up with me?"
Hope to spark a bit of friendly competition, Mimi stalked her way across the bartop and started dancing; inticing and suggestive. She kept half an eye on Bo with a quiet little grin on her face. Not that she expected him to back out. He seemed like the type to rise to just about any challenge.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 8, 2007 20:03:48 GMT
Bo Elridge was hardly a poor dancer; he had been around long enough to learn the ropes, as it were, and beyond that, he had been wealthy in his mortal youth, and as such, had been ‘entitled’ to the proper teachings when it came to dancing, but that was then, and this was now. The styles were very different… that didn’t mean he hadn’t evolved right along with them though.
Cocking his head at her with a cheeky, self-assured smirk, he gave her a mischievous half-bow, before he too started to dance. His lycanthropy allowed him the agility and balance that many humans craved to possess, and beyond that, he didn’t care just how many people were watching, or whether he might fall. He was a werewolf, for crying out loud; he would outlive most of the crowd, and he would certainly survive any fall from the bar top.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
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Post by Mimi on Feb 8, 2007 21:42:09 GMT
She watched from the corner of her eye, her grin lopsided. Color Mimi impressed...not that she had expected him to do badly, of course. Bo moved with an ease and a grace that she didn't see often, but that was too terribly surprising. There were all sorts of strange folk in this city; she was one of 'em.
The blonde 'tender made her way back to her new aquaintance. A tug on his beltloops pulled him closer and she pressed into him as they danced, garnering a few whistles from the peanut gallery around them. Mimi just laughed and then, inspite of herself, stretched up to murmur in Bo's ear.
"Y'know...my shift'll be over pretty soon. You got plans for the rest of the night?"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 8, 2007 22:50:46 GMT
The tug provoked a little growl from him, but it was accompanied by a grin, and the sound was lost under the thunder of the music. When she spoke in his ear, he bit on his bottom lip lightly, and carefully considered his response. He didn’t want to be too predictable, or corny, here…
“Well that depends,” he began, speaking close to her ear so she would hear him, one hand coming to rest at her hip. “Last I checked, I had a free schedule… can you say the same?” He pulled back a little to look her in the eyes, awaiting her reaction, and in turn, her response. “If you can’t, I’m gonna be disappointed…”
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