Bo's Apartment

[Mimi]

Mimi just laughed and kissed the back of Bo's neck. "Medium rare's fine," she drawled lazily. The werewolf received a playful swat on the rump when she moved away, and Mimi grabbed another skillet for the pancakes. The aroma from the steak and eggs was positively mouth-watered; she hadn't realized exactly how famished she was.

"So, darlin'," she began over the sizzle of pancake batter on the stove. "You gonna be a regular at my club?"

[Bo]

“I like a girl with good taste,” he quipped slyly as she told him her preference, and his eyes flashed briefly to their bright, wolfen blue. The smack earned her a playful growl, and he smiled to himself as he shifted the steaks in the pan, listening to the meat hiss slightly against the metal and the fat and oil between them. When the steaks had browned off slightly, he cracked the eggs in alongside them.

“Well what better place for a cocky, reckless werewolf than a place called ‘Lunacy’?” he replied, glancing to her with a self-assured smirk. “Besides… I think I could grow to like being called a ‘regular’.”

[Mimi]

"Good," Mimi said with a grin. She prodded at the pancakes, then asked Bo to grab her a plate to set them on as she flipped them over. There was soon a steaming pile on said plate and Mimi went about scooping out the last little bit of batter from the bowl to make tiny little 'dollar cakes.'

"Should I make sure the other bar wenchess don't get any ideas?" she inquired, teasing.

[Bo]

Bo pulled his thumb out of his mouth after getting the juice from one of the steaks off it, having dished up the meat and eggs onto two plates. They could deal out the pancakes as they liked, and he smirked at Mimi at the tease. “Hmm… is that a hint of possessiveness I detect?” he inquired, his tone sly.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he added, grinning, as he checked the stove was off, tossing the pan lightly into the sink to be dealt with later. “Just don’t into any catfights behind the bar on my account… unless you really want to of course…”

[Mimi]

With a quiet giggle, Mimi stalked up to the werewolf and latched onto him possessively, both of her hands slapped cheekily over his rear end. She kissed him, a little rough and dirty, even going so far as to pull his lower lip between her teeth and bite him. So what if she was a little possessive? She didn't have a wolfen alter-ego to blame it on, but it was still part of her personality.

"I was an only child," she purred to Bo, keeping herself pressed into him. "I don't do sharing. Especially not with my favorite toys..."

[Bo]

“Oh, I’m no toy, ‘darlin’’…” He met her gaze fully, and smirked in what might have been a dangerous manner if it weren’t for the cheeky glint in his eyes. Personally, he liked the possessiveness, and so did his wolfen side. The animal in him was bounding about gleefully, giving him energy and making his smirk grow, almost becoming a grin.

“It must be a pattern then,” he told her, “because I never liked sharing either.” He dipped his head forward, pulling back teasingly a couple of times before he met her lips with his own, food temporarily forgotten in favour of an altogether different kind of hunger.

[Mimi]

Bo's energy was contagious it seemed. She reached out into his mind with little trouble able to 'see' the wolf as it raced about like a toddler on sugar. The image made her laugh; she giggled, even as she kept her mouth pressed to his. For all his cockiness and attitude, she had to admit that this blonde wolf was quite the catch. She gave a soft, feminine noise from the back of her throat and once again caught Bo's lower lip between her teeth to give him a taunting bite.

"Breakfast is gettin' cold, honey..."

[Bo]

“Hmm… cold meat’s good.” He smirked, giving her a growl and setting his hands at her hips, kissing and nipping at her neck again, before stopping abruptly with a dramatic sigh. “But, I am part-wolf, and a wolf’s appetite should never be ignored…” Bo looked, even though the expression was feigned, very disappointed in something as he tried to turn back to the counter.

“Who knows what I might try to bite instead…”

[Mimi]

Mimi...wasn't exactly known for her patience. Ever. At all. Which is why it shouldn't have been too terribly surprising when she spun Bo back around and fairly pinned him to the counter.

"And I thought I was s'posed to be the tease," she said with a wicked little smirk. Hoping to give the cocky werewolf a taste of his own medicine, she turned her face into his neck and lapped lightly at the skin. Her lips brushed a few teasing kisses along his pulse point before she latched onto the crux of his jaw, nipping and sucking with enough force to to leave a good love bite that faded away right before her eyes.

"But, then again, you're right." With a grin, she stepped back. "Can't let wolfie go hungry, eh?"

[Bo]

Bo liked the challenge, just like the night before. He grinned almost obnoxiously, and snarled, intrigued and devious. “I’ve been around,” he told her in a sly tone, “I know how and when to tease.” His brows wiggled playfully, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, canines just showing subtly.

His wolf trembled and whined at the attention, but he kept it down inside, beneath the surface. But then, he supposed, if she really wanted to ‘see’ that reaction, it wouldn’t take much. He didn’t presume to understand the intricacies of her telepathy, but he supposed it wasn’t beyond her ability; to feel the wolf inside of him, and ‘read’ it.

Eyes narrowed as she stepped back, he growled again, and said, “Definitely not… wouldn’t want to cause any unfortunate accidents…”

[Mimi]

With a soft, girlish laugh, Mimi leaned in once more and pressed a light kiss to the werewolf's cheek. For all his cocky bravado, there was still an underlying sweetness that kept her interested; he wasn't just all swagger. She liked Bo a good deal, despite having 'known' him for barely twenty-four hours.

"C'mon, Blue Eyes," she teased him gently while she turned to dish out the fresh pancakes. "Let's get some food into you, huh?" A cheeky smile. "Before you get all 'ravenous'."

[Bo]

The werewolf eyed her sidelong, but smirked all the same, as was his default expression, it seemed. He watched Mimi as she gave them each a serving of the pancakes, and then they scooped up their plates and headed for the couch. Bo’s place didn’t possess a dining table, and he had never been one for sitting on an uncomfortable chair whilst he ate; he had done enough of that whilst he was a mortal.

“‘Ravenous’… good word choice,” he told her, carving into a pancake and shovelling it into his mouth after smiling deviously at her.

[Mimi]

"I try," Mimi retored with a giggle as she watched Bo quite literally stuff his face. She ate heartily, as well, but she wasn't quite as enthusiastic about shovelling her food in. "Anything to dispell the ol' 'dumb blonde' myth, eh?"

Of course, this blonde never put up with anyone calling her dumb; some poor jerk at Lunacy found that out the hard way. He'd propositioned her, she'd refused, and he'd proceeded to give her a good verbal bashing until she got fed up and slammed his head into the bar. The sound of his nose breaking had been oddly satisfying.

[Bo]

Bo couldn’t help that he had a healthy appetite. The metabolism of any werewolf was raised beyond that of any human, and as such, it wasn’t unusual to see them consume up to twice what any mortal took in within a day. Bo had never really measured what he ate in any given day, but he was well aware that, for what he ate, he looked damn good, and if he were to share what he devoured in any twenty-four hour period with a wannabe model, they would loathe him forever.

“Hear, hear,” he mumbled with a smirk between mouthfuls, glancing to her as he chewed a forkful of steak and eggs. Bo’s own story about discouraging the ‘dumb blonde’ subject was similar… if one replaced ‘bar’ with ‘wall’. He had enjoyed that perhaps a little too much…

[Mimi]

Mimi practically beamed at her werewolf companion, giving a playful little nudge with her shoulder as she chomped on a bit of pancake. "Now this," she said, laughing once she'd swallowed. "This is my kind of 'morning after.'"

She had to admit, Bo was a good guy to have around. Cocky, reckless, and bratty tendencies aside, he was fun. Besides, if Fiona could tolerate the arrogant wolf, so could she. The younger human often gushed about Bo (and his bike), at it was obvious that little McFee loved him dearer than family. Hell, he was her family.

And if Fee can handle him, I can, too...