Dive Bar

[Lucifer]

"Ladies first, Huckleberry," Lucifer chided, amusement dripping from a voice as sweet as soured honey. This creature, this anachronism in the form of a man, was like her. His beauty was his armor and his beauty was his killing knife. His mere presence was like a fishhook sinking deep into the eye, catching upon all of those slithery little organs and holding them fast against the barb of his aesthetic perfection. Lucifer could not let this stand. She was dark majesty, not him, and she would prove it.

"We'll get to you," the Shadowsoul continued, "but first, this...Emily...must be given her dare." Lucifer glided irresistibly closer to the young, blue haired woman as she spoke, the temptress seeming to tower over the plucky young thing, an alluring goddess, her beauty as breathtaking and treacherous as the dark sea awash in moonlight.

"I dare you," Luci said, leaning close, her breath tickling the other woman's skin, "to be my dog. At least until your turn comes around again."

She leaned back, grinning wickedly. "Might I borrow someone's belt? Every good puppy needs a leash."

[Ingrid]

To Circe. "I'm the gather of the drinks for this here little party."

And then silence as she watched The Southern Gentleman move over and join them. Nearly dropped the drinks. Recovered with a hiss. Safely bought them to table and handed them out to the gathering, while keeping her eyes firmly on Lucifer (which probably didn't help matters).

"With you daring people out there, I guess I'll have to go with truth and bring some respectability back," she added when there was a break in the conversation. A dangerous play. So why was Ingrid smiling?

Finally getting back to her seat, she added: "What about you? Truth or dare?" Her question directed at Lucifer.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily's breath automatically grows shallow as Lucifer approaches. Well - Deeefinately not a wolf. Deeefinately pretty. Deeefinately knows it too much. She has to tilt her head back a little to keep looking the alluring woman in the eyes, cocky and defiant. Luicifer will definately notice the flick as Emily runs her eyes down Lucifer's body. Eh - only human. Ish.

As she moves tantalisingly close and whispers the dare, Emily stiffens, just for a moment, before relaxing again. She couldn't know... Probably just a commanding type. That's two strikes. Shame. "Dare's a dare, right?" she whispers back. Piece of cake...

It's the mention of of the leash that makes Emily's eyes go hard and she has to force back a growl. ...or not. "C'mon, really?" She takes a long pull on her beer to hide her irritation. "I promise not to bite..." Emily says with her best puppydog eyes. "That wouldn't be... respectable," she adds, giving Ingrid a playful smile. "Hi," she says to Ingrid by way of introduction. "I've not picked up everyone's names but I'd really like to know yours. But, I guess I got a thing to do first."


Emily drains her bottle and drops into a crouch and follows Lucifer back across the group, fighting an instinct to shift forms that never quite goes away whenever another shape is clearly better. She picks out Chris, smirking at the irony. Her "master" is verrrry lithe from down here. Almost delicate. Vulnerable. The blonde girl is the same, as is the other brunette that came back from the bar with the cute goth girl. They may all be above her in height, but it's so much easier to strike from beneath an unsuspecting prey. All dressed up - too much for this dive. The cowboy and the bald guy are bizarrely out of place. So strange. But it's piqued Emily's curiousity.

[Echo]

No matter how pretty cowboy might be, she seriously regrets sticking her tongue in his mouth. She did not sign up to make out with Foghorn Leghorn. Law-rence was gonna pay for this. Oh yes. He'll pay.

Blue hair who isn't Maggie is getting special attention from Lucifer and Echo doesn't know whether to pout or not. SHe would love to be leashed by Luci, but to play a puppy.....hmmm. No. She wan't a k9. Might not even be able to get into that kind of headspace for some kinky sex.

Might need her to test it. Yes. Research was need. She nods. Glaring balefully at the puppy heeled at Luci's side.

"Ingrid! Drinks! Zomagawds yes!" she near shrieks as they're finally delivered. Snagging one, she shoots it back. Or tries to. Either way, she swallows her booze chokes on some and still offers everyone else a grin.

[Chris Laurent]

There are far too many cute and sexy women around. When Chris finally focuses back on the now Emily is crouching down to act like a dog. A snort escapes the Talon as he shakes his head with a grin at Emily's smirk. Too bad she's one of the People or this could be even more fun. Maybe Tristan has the details on her.

The Irraka takes a long pull from his drink and looks around. A playful grin spreading across his face as he waits for Lucifer to accept the dare.

[Lawrence Taft]

"Of course." he says after a pause. "Mr. Davis. I almost didn't recognize you." The man's presence is certainly more demanding than Taft remembers. Odd. And the Shadow, for more than a handful of reasons, cannot blame that on drinks. The evening seems all too full of 'beautiful people'.

A small smile, given in Luci's direction "The lady is right." he chimes in, giving Davis a false chiding look. "Besides, you may regret throwing your hat in the ring." Taft is having difficulty convincing himself he doesn't regret the whole evening.

As a new dare is laid at a new arrival's feet, Taft observes in a mixture of amusement and desire. This weak, breathing creature commands not only the attention of the room... but the wills of those in it? The blue-haired girl in question takes the demeaning dare and runs with it. Which only enforces the theory: Luci may not be so helpless after all.

Davis' presence is uncomfortable - and powerful - but the Daeva serves as a sort of anchor. A tongue-in-cheek reality check as to who is in charge of this situation. "Yes. Ladies first, wasn't it?" he quips in Lucifer's direction. "My dear friend here won't even be able to play unless you kick things off." He smiles as he turns his attention to the other Kindred. "And then what will you be contributing? A truth? Or a dare?"

[Emily Makerith]

Emily meets Echo's withering look head-on with smirk before taking a shuffle forward and snapping her teeth playfully. What's you're problem, Blondie? I've stared down worse'n you... She snorts a laugh as the blonde chokes on her drink.

It looks like the odd guys have taken the overconfidence of "mistress" and turned it into a dick-measuring contest. Sigh. At least the other Person has stood out. Points for him there. And the floor isn't so bad I stick to it... may as well act this thing up...

Emily crawls around on the floor, first towards Chris, giving him an animated sniff and a smile with a roll of her eyes. "If they only knew, right?" she whispers to him, before going over to the cowboy, Davis, and rears up on her knees knees up with her paws... uh...dammit! Hands! hands on his knee and giving him a leer and a low growl.

Then she crawls back across the the cute one, Ingrid, Blondie called her... and begins sniffing loudly around her knees before sitting back on her haunches and giving Ingrid her puppy-dog look with a shake of her shoulders. Dammit, would be so much easier as a wolf. At least I've got the instincts down!

"I've a truth for ya," she says gently up to Ingrid, watching her reaction. "What do you want to get out of tonight? Honestly?"

[Circe]

"Games sound fun, What name ya going by tonight?" the latter was whispered to Ingrid as Circe kept beside her, "I'm cool with my name." A frown did mar her face upon learning what was being played. Her last attempt at that game had ended with the other players running off to leave Circe with her pants down. Literally.


And she know some truths that'd fit Lovecraft. It wasn't like she was bad at double speak. When Ingrid questioned Lucifer, the blonde Italian held up her left hand with the middle and index finger up, suggesting she go for Dare. "Aww what a adorable puppy ya are there miss. So cuddly!" Circe couldn't help but say as she looked down at Emily and then over to Lucy, "Does she know any tricks? Aside from flippin' the bird?"


"Oooh, ya got some great lines there cowboy. Guess the fancy hat ain't just for show," this is clearly addressed to John Davis. A evil smile crossed Circe's lips, "But a dude once warned that there are things men aren't meant to know." the laugh that follows is quite villanous. "Being ladies, we're safe ta learn things a man​ wasn't meant ta know."

[Lucifer]

For a moment Lucifer considered snapping at her dog, reminding her that puppies were not meant to speak, though if she initiated such a struggle, it was possible that she might not win, so instead, she simply laughed. A cutting laugh, a laugh meant to split the skin, to flay the flesh away until the subject was raw and bloody. She laughed at her pup, judgement ringing through the sound.

Though, eventually, the laughter faded, and Lucifer preened, content to let the matter of the puppy go. Time to move on to other prey.

"You chose truth," Lucifer declared, looking to the cowboy. "Tell us, what is your greatest regret in life? Be truthful, and I will...agree to a dare."

It wouldn't do for the others to think she was unfair, after all.