Fur and Fangs

[BloodiedClaws]

Mateo goes to Asylum, parking his large motorcycle in the parking lot and throwing on a pair of werewolf gloves over his meaty fists, and putting on a small half-mask of a werewolf face. A werewolf wearing werewolf fetish gear just seemed brutally appropriate to him so he approaches the door to the club with a large smile on his face.

He hoped he would see see Dog up here, or maybe KB, though her attitude last time wasn't all that great, even if she had legs you would sell your soul for. Oh well... Heres to a good night, whatever or whoever I happen to see... He says as he enters and goes to the bar and orders a large ammount of whiskey. Leaning against the bar, his back to it, facing the crowd of fetish freaks, he sips at his large glass of Crown Royal.

[DaevaDude]

Narration:

It's a fairly slow night at the Asylum. There is one scene currently in progress; horizontal and vertical lengths of chain, attached to form a net of sorts, hang from the ceiling, and an attractive young woman with waist-length black hair is cuffed, spead eagled, facing this net as another woman works her over with a riding crop. Several other patrons watch the sceen, some fairly close-by but most sitting or standing a respectful distance away. In some cases, one partner - usually female but occasionally male - wears a collar and sits at the feet of a partner who holds the other end of a leash attached to the other's collar.

A couple other people are hanging out at the other end of the bar, having a conversation about baseball and and trying to draw the bartender in, though the bartender appears to want none of it.

As he looks from the bar conversation back to the scene play, he notices one of the people who was watching the scene is now looking his way. A Latina with smooth, tanned skin, Aztec features and long, straight hair which is pulled back into a single ponytail that hangs to the middle of her back, she is dressed in a red t-shirt, a black leather jacket, knee-high black boots with two-inch heels and skin-tight, black leather pants. She isn't very tall - perhaps 5'4" with the heels, but she has an hourglass figure - astoundingly small waist, wide, womanly hips and curvy and rounded in all the right places. Her shirt is sheer enough that it's clear she's wearing a black bra underneath.

After gazing at Mateo for a few minutes more, she walks away from the scene and directly toward him, boldly making eye contact. "Walk" isn't an adequate word to describe her movements, though adding an adjective like "saucy" or "undulating" gets it closer to the mark. Two of the people that were watching the scene turn instead to watch the back view of her swaying hips, and appear nearly hypnotized by said view. The woman has stunning eyes - large, so dark as to appear black rather than brown and accented by tasteful makeup - and full, ruby-red lips. She walks to within about four feet of Mateo and studies his mask, smiling as she does so.

Her scent is both pungent and sweet, and to Mateo's sharp senses, nearly intoxicating.

[BloodiedClaws]

Mateo takes a sip from his glass as he catches the look from the woman, and tightens up a little as she begins walking in his direction. Muscles flexing slightly, he sets the drink on the bar and stands to his full height. Maybe she was a vampire? or... maybe this is just a lucky night. Either way, Mateo smiles a feral, yet inviting, smile at her.

"I take it you like the mask, eh chicka?" Mateo says with his latin accent.

[Headstrong]

Unknowingly parking her bike right next to Mateo's Headstrong enters Asylum, drag-style. She had had some problems convincing the bouncer she in fact was wearing drag and wasn't a man. Such things hardly annoyed her anymore but tonight was one of those nights.

Fuming, she let the emotional charge build, savoring the feel of it. Slowly turning on her axis with her eyes closed she decided that the first even remotely powerfully build person she'd see would have to do. She opened her eyes.

A little latina woman with an hour glass figure, that wouldn't do. The man she was looking at, with the animal mask however was a different story. Headstrong got a feeling that the man had seen violence before, was maybe repressing it even now. Perfect.

Making a beeline for the couple Headstrong thought of the best way to convince the man. When she was within three feet of him she still didn't know what to say. Instead she tapped him on the shoulder and, when he turned around, hit him as modestly as could be called a serious punch.

At the same time Headstrong fired off a pissed off look at the latina.
"Not now, chica."

"Wolfboy, let's take this outside." Headstrong said. Figuring he'd be somewhat motivated to follow her outside, Headstrong starts walking backwards giving the impression she takes him seriously. If Mateo gets up she smiles sadistically and deadens her flesh, withdrawing all feeling and steeling it against what was sure to follow.



((OOC: BC and I had been PMing about getting into a little scuffle. Sorry for cutting in here, DD. He'll probably be back before too long. Headstrong's activated Resilience and Vigor. H12/12, W8/8, V7/11, Defense 2, Armor 1/0.))

[West]

A black shirt and black tie were Asa's concession to Asylum style. With the black suit, it was a bit over-the-top, but an improvement over a white shirt -- one which hung neatly in the car to be worn after he left.

Too many memories. How many more years until every goddamn building in the Rack has terrible secrets? That I know about, that is. God only knows what Davis knew.

Walking past the line, he ignored the familiar doorman and made his way in, looking for Cozette -- but finding a brawl breaking out instead. Both men were large, and the blonde had nearly half a foot on himself. Peripherally, he felt the Beast within that one, and his own snarled in challenge. Asa pushed it down, and watched to see what happened.

At least he has the good manners to leave the establishment. How... refreshing.

[DaevaDude]

The Latina woman had been about to respond to Mateo when Headstrong barged in. Despite being much, much smaller, she grits her teeth and balls up her fists, looking for a minute like she might throw a punch. Then, after shooting Headstrong one last angry look, she steps back and looks instead at Mateo. When she sees he doesn't appear to have made a decision one way or another, she glares at him, one balled fist on each hip.

"So, you wanna talk to me, or do you wanna go fight or fuck or whatever with the Bride of Bigfoot here?" She sweeps a hand out at Headstrong as she tosses out that insult.

[BloodiedClaws]

Mateo smiles at the small latina, nodding, he turns back to his whiskey, slamming the last of the glass. Not really caring if the little one catches sight, he leaves one of his business cards on the bar and then moves to put an arm around the latina without hesitating. He grips her, pulling her a little closer and motion to the back of the club.

"Who do you think I would choose?" He says with a smile. "C'mon, lets go to one of the booths in the back, sound good?"

[DaevaDude]

"Yeah, that sounds good," the smaller woman says. She doesn't seem to have any issue with Mateo pulling her in close. Her hip bumps against his as they head for a booth. Headstrong sees the smaller woman swinging her hips like a pole dancer, and also sees her reach over her shoulder to gesture at Headstrong, extending her middle finger. Her nails are long and painted red.

[BloodiedClaws]

Mateo revels in her strong delightful scent as he walks with her to the back. He looks back one time over his shoulder at Headstrong, giving a small shake of his head saying no, just let it go. His eyes also flash to the card on the bar, making sure she gets the idea to call him later. He then pulls the latina a little tighter to him and makes his way to the back of the bar.

Smiling at the jealous looks he might recieve from the other patrons of the club, he sits in a booth, motioning for her to sit beside him.

"So what is it you wanna talk about?" Mateo asks, but his tone is light and not rushed in any way.

[Headstrong]

Headstrong was hardly impressed by the little lady. Everybody was a comedian. Still, almost inventive. Bride of Bigfoot. It had been a few years since she'd heard that one.

The thing that bothered Headstrong was that the man had completely disregarded the offer she had extended him. Had she completely misjudged him? Not a chance, Headstrong decided. Maybe he enjoyed a different type of victim. As the Latina extended her middle finger Headstrong considered what type Wolfboy would like to beat. When Wolfboy shook his head she came to one particularly enjoyable answer. Headstrong almost smiled.

"Have fun little Janie..." she whispers to herself before turning. When she notices the Prince her almost-smile mutates into a real one. She'd come to this place to find freaks to beat up but the notion of finding the Prince here, right now, was too absurd. Headstrong left Asylum quickly, before she started laughing too.

By the time she got to the exit she'd already forgotten she was going to beat someone up. In about a minute she would realize this and consider that the Prince generally didn't have that effect on people. Checking to see if anyone was near she let one out. An honest to god GIGGLE.