You Never Know Just What You Mean [Mike/Zaza]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Later, Mike would berate himself for the whole thing. It just went to show what happened when you let yourself get complacent. But at the time it had seemed reasonable enough, traffic in Vegas was a bitch at dinner time, and the Chinese joint that he was craving was hell and gone across town from his apartment. So much simpler to fly than to try to fight his way through rush hour in his rattletrap pickup. And the flight itself went fine, the air up above the city was clean and hot, and he joined one of the local flocks for a little while just to enjoy the feeling of locking in with their group mind, twisting through the air and following the currents. Anybody who thinks that birds don't fly just for the fun of it is fooling themselves, playing at sour grapes because they don't have wings. He lingered a little with the flock (the term 'unkindness' of ravens cracked Mike up, but it really had nothing to do with the birds themselves and how they behaved) in their last flight before sunset, then broke off and circled around to the cluttered, crowded part of town he was aiming for. This was distinctly not a tourist area of Vegas, this neighborhood was rundown and ugly, people had bars on the windows of their houses and the cars tended to have big patches of Bondo. But Dragon Phoenix had the best pot stickers and beef lo mein that Mike had ever tasted in his life, and who cared if the red vinyl booths had tears in them and the menus were sticky in your hand? He was thinking about food, not caution, as he spiraled down toward the tiny parking lot behind the building, heading for the big rattly air conditioner on the roof. He landed neatly enough, and he was quite sure that nobody saw him shift back to human form. But when he stepped up to the edge of the roof and hopped down the fifteen-foot drop like he was jumping off a curb, he jumped just as a car pulled up and a chick with brown hair and a world of curves got out of the driver's seat. He gave the girl a wan sort of smile and said, "Nice night." Great, Mike. Very smooth. That will completely cover up the weird. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: He's usually smoother than this. [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zaza sauntered up to a young, handsome valet and handed him the ticket stub she'd swiped off of some very rich gentleman. The valet returned with a beautiful Mustang that Zaza just fell in love with. A sensual curve of the lips had the boy's knees quaking as the keys exchanged hands. The young woman pulled away in the vehicle, feeling only a slight twinge of guilt that she hadn't simply stolen a simpler car. However, in her mind the aging gentleman could afford to find or replace this vehicle, but the average family could not. She had left the safety of the motel room she was sharing with Flynn out of boredom and decided to look for some fun. After a brief look at a map, the huntress had decided to check out the less tourist-y side of Las Vegas and find out what the locals could offer. She'd pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a stripped red top for the evening's outing. It hadn't taken her terribly long to find the part of town with the barred windows and the shadier streets. After some brief searching, she spotted a restaurant that looked like it held some promise so she pulled around back and into a parking spot. She swore she saw a man literally fall out of the air in front of her car and land neatly. Zaza debated between caution and just going with the flow. Decidedly throwing caution to the wind, the young woman climbed out of the car, pushing the door closed behind her and automatically locking the car. She eyed the man up and down. "Well, yes, you could definitely say that. Especially since I had the extraordinary luck of having a man materialize just as I showed up." There was a hint of danger in her gaze even as she smile up at him. "So, presuming that you do not already have a date, I'd like to ask you to accompany me to this fine establishment. I'm hungry and I'm certain you're hungry too." Her eyes narrowed. "As long as your hunger has nothing to do with human flesh, we're good." There was no hesitation in her step as she moved toward him. "I'm certain we can reach an understanding." She reached up and studiously traced his jaw with the tips of her fingers, almost thoughtful about the action, as though he was a painting and she was applying the finishing touches. "My name is Zaza. And I'm going to guess, hopefully correctly, that you come here often, and thusly coul recommend good selections off the menu." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: She's intrigued. [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] There's one thing that stripping will do for you, and that's get you used to the idea that people have the right to touch you without your permission and dictate your actions. Another thing that will teach you that? Eight sisters. And so it didn't even occur to Mike to take offense at this girl strolling up to him, petting all over him, and declaring that they were having dinner together. And okay, some of that had to do with the woman-and-a-half curves and beestung mouth, but some of it was training, plain and simple. He smiled easily and held out his arm to her in fine boy-with-his-prom-date style. "I'd love to have dinner with you, Zaza. And my name's Mike. And do you have any idea how nasty human flesh tastes? Humans eat so many chemicals, all sorts of nasty additives and preservatives and artificial colorings, they taste like crap. I personally much prefer pot stickers." Leading Zaza into the dingy little restaurant, Mike got them settled in a booth and handed her a menu, but then informed her, "You want to share the appetizer platter with me, we want an order of beef lo mein and one of barbecue pork fried rice, and then you pick any main dish that's not shrimp--don't order shrimp in the middle of a desert--and then we'll have almond cookies and green tea ice cream for dessert. Not authentic, but damned tasty. And don't order the beer, they claim it's Tsingtao but it's actually Coors." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: Back to being smooth. [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zaza was pleasantly surprised when the man held out his arm, still she took it. She didn't know what he was yet, but she figured she'd be able to deduce his race through some conversation. The nastiness of human flesh had her laughing, a thrill running along her spine. In the back of her brain, the options were narrowed. He hadn't even reacted to her words, just taken them in stride and she could appreciate that. God, but it had been a while since she'd gone out with a man, let alone sleep with one. Flynn would never have to know that she'd had a run-in with something. The huntress settled in the booth and was just preparing to open her menu, resigning herself to an awkward silence when he spoke again. Gray eyes danced when she lifted her gaze to study his face and she decided she would obey. "Alright then." Waving a waiter over, she placed the very large order, adding only sweet and sour chicken. When the waiter left, Zaza frowned minutely. "Damn it, I forgot drinks. I'll let you take charge when he comes back. Order whatever you think is best, I'm flexible." It was barely half a second before Zaza threw caution to the wind for the second time that night. "So, have you heard or seen anything about a demon in the area? I'm on the hunt for one in order to retrieve some very valuable information. If not a demon, have you seen any unusual activity from anything that seemed extraordinarily unhuman?" Her voice was lowered just slightly, enough that anyone passing would not overhear her words. She didn't want to get kicked out of a restaurant that was just beginning to show promise. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: Time to talk business. If only for a moment. [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "I'll disappoint you," he warned with a smile. "I just drink ice water and green tea with Chinese food. But if you want to branch out into plum wine or something I'm game to try it." He had intended to say something else, keep the conversation rolling along, but her next question had his eyebrows arching high. That was pretty out of left field, it took his brain a minute to catch up. When it did, he gave her a skeptical look and an honest answer. "I avoid demons, they don't tend to like me much. They're not fond of anybody who's not playing their games. But there's a family of djinn operating out of one of cheap-ass casinos off the strip, and a nest of ghouls in Woodlawn." Mike tilted his head back and looked at Zaza, subtly inhaling through his nose and mouth, tasting the air around her. "Hunter, then? Because for the record, I do not eat people, kill people, maim people, recruit people, or any of that. I don't even poop on their cars. Well, not often." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: Get that out there early. [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Hmm..choices, choices. It's so hard. But, I do believe I'd rather remain sober tonight. Go for it." The huntress waved the waiter down again and asked for two cups of water. When it arrived, she sucked some of hers down greedily, as though she hadn't tasted water in a year. Her gaze was solid, steady on him while she waited for him to respond to her words. She knew that she had surprised him. It probably wasn't often that he ran into others in the know about the supernatural world. He spilled information Zaza hadn't been expecting, but she made a mental note to tell her brothers about the djinn family and the ghoul nest later. "Damn, no demons. I was really hoping. Of course, they are pretty good at hiding." Her smile was easy and yet somehow strained. "I have a vendetta against this one. He escaped a building when he shouldn't have. And creeped me the fuck out. I don't like being creeped out. I especially don't like the idea of a demon who knows my face walking around. So, I want him taken out." One eyebrow arched. "Poop on their cars? While I had deduced the rest of it simply by the way you moved and talked, I didn't take you for a....Well, isn't that just plain messy? I mean, seriously, what are you that you'd even consider pooping on someone's car?" Zaza ran through a list in her head. "Of all the monsters I know, none of them have a thing against cars. You've figured me out, so spill. What's your secret?" On second thought, she eyed him suggestively. "Also, where the hell can I get me one of you? I'm dying for a little fun. And you seem like the kinda guy who could direct me to where I can find it." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: Yeah, it's really freaking hard to remain deadly serious when the guy sitting across from you simply breathes sexiness. [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "I don't do demons, don't know a thing about 'em," he admitted easily. "Never run up against one except for once walking into a bar, tasting Hell in the air, and walking right back out." He was quiet a moment while the waiter, who looked to be in junior high school, clearly the kid of the owners, brought their appetizer platter and hot tea over. As he dished over a taste of all the different tidbits for Zaza, then himself, he said, "And I have to tell you, there are five incredible things about being a bird. The first four are all, 'you get to fly'. The last one is pooping on the windshields of the cars of people you hate." Her last question actually took him aback almost as much as the one about supernatural activity. Not the question itself, but the aggressiveness of it. Or, no, not the aggressiveness, he liked confident women. But something about the way she tossed it out there was impersonal, borderline insulting. It surprised him, mostly because he cared at all. Like all people who work in the sex trade, though, Mike had a fairly thick skin and a well-developed ability to smile through anyone saying any damned thing. So his smile only widened as he picked up a shrimp chip and broke off a piece. "I work at a club called Scandalous, just north of the Strip. There's a world of fun to be had there, just bring a stack of fives." A sly wink and he popped the piece of chip into his mouth. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: For some reason that threw him. He's all, 'I am not a piece of meat!' [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zaza studied him. "Mike, that's going to get harder. At least, from the activity I've seen going on. I don't know if you've noticed, but there are things gathering. I've been tapping all my resources to get info on what the hell is going on and all I've got is a shady picture. Do you remember two years ago when everything everywhere went to hell? The storm that would have taken Chicago off the map but didn't. All the unusual and high profile murders?" She paused, almost seemed hesitant. "I don't mean to assume any lack of knowledge, but that was the Apocalypse. Everything went nuts and then it just stopped. But now things are building again. And building fast. The air is different from then, but it's still bad. And, because of it, there appears to be more demonic activity. Scary demonic activity." The huntress nibble on her food, her mind running again through all the possibilities. He didn't eat people and he was a bird. Something click in her head and the girl's gaze focused on his face. "Skinwalker. Of the avian variety." Again, she hesitated, wanting to broach her next question with delicacy and not entirely sure how. "What...type of bird are you?" Honest curiosity filled her voice and her eyes. His sudden change in demeanor confused her. "Whoa, wait. Back up like five bajillion steps. How did you do that? I've never seen anyone flip the switch on - I almost want to say personalities - that fast." The word club stuck out in her mind and she matched his new persona to the word. "Club. Not an attendee. A worker. Exotic dancer?" She mulled over him, examining his face. "You do have the gorgeous face. I mean, I bet everyone is drawn to you. You are, in a word, beautiful." The last word was quiet, and spoken the sincerity of a girl who'd seen real beauty in her lifetime. Shaking herself, Zaza sat back. "I bet it's fun. Scandalous. Don't know that it'd be my scene, though. I've been to one before and I just felt like I was forcing the poor guy to dance for me. I would much prefer he'd danced because he was interested in me and not because it was his job." Suddenly feeling like she'd overstepped her rights, she dropped her gaze and sipped her tea. "Sorry, I...ah...got off topic. I was explaining about a possible new apocalypse. By the way, I'm Elizabeth Koch. I come from a long line of hunters, so I've got a pretty decent library to work from. But I'm always looking for new information. And, I'll be honest, I wasn't fully aware of avian skinwalkers. So, you intrigue me. New information is always gold to me." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: Back to business. [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Mike leaned forward, propped himself on one elbow so that he could drop his voice. "Look, Zaza, I don't play on that kind of field. I'm a territorial guardian who doesn't even have a territory any more. You know how much we saw of the Apocalypse? A neap tide and a bad salmon run." He shook his head. "I see the signs, a little around the edges. But I don't think you realize how small us small fry actually are. You hunters, you see the Big Bads. The ones who run around committing murders and eating spleens and whatever else. The rest of us are just little bitty fish in a great big pond. If we're righting any wrongs we're doing it on a real small scale, and letting you guys who like the spotlight do your thing." He settled back when she moved to the next topic. "Change-skin, actually. It's not exactly like a skinwalker, though that's closer than anything else. For one, it's not catching. Induced by a religious ritual. And I'm a raven," he tapped the highly stylized pendant he wore on a thin leather cord pulled up close to his throat. "Couldn't eat a spleen if I tried, it'd give me a tummyache, my delicate little bird belly." A laugh when she switched topics completely to accuse him of being too mercurial. "Stripper, hon. Exotic dancers are what the ones who are still trying to justify nine years of ballet class call themselves. I'm a stripper. And I'm glad you like my face. I'm kind of fond of it myself. It keeps the front of my head warm, and if it went away my eyeballs would fall out and bounce around on little rubbery pink stalks and who would take me seriously then?" He arched his eyebrows at her once and popped a bite of spare rib into his mouth. The research thing he didn't answer right away, wanting a bit more time to decide about this funny, aggressive girl who was so slick and confident one minute, and pushy bordering on abrasive the next. Mike kind of liked pushy women as a rule, it was a cultural thing, but it's not a super-swell idea for creatures to go confessing to hunters that they're harmless and then getting all buddy-buddy before they work out said hunter's real motives. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: Caution comes a little late. [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zaza was quiet a moment. She was forgetting who she was talking to. She'd been treating this gorgeous man like he was another hunter. A hunter who'd been out of the loop, but one nonetheless. He was something else. Something she wasn't sure whether she needed to destroy or not. She considered him again, struggling not to see someone who could be a friend, but as a person or a monster or whatever. It was really fucking hard to see him as a monster and she knew that was a problem. "Not all of us like the spotlight, Mike." Her voice was quieter than it should've been, and more of an instant reaction than anything. Now, Zaza had never regretted growing up the way she had, but....The demon the previous week had noticed her. And it gave her the shivers. No, more than that, it had scared the living shit out of her. She had heard about the Winchesters, picked up rumors and gossip throughout the recent years. And she had pitied them. So, Mike's words actually stung, but she was too stubborn to show it. The stung part of her wanted to throw the facts she had in his face, but she also didn't need to burn any bridges she was just starting to build. So, she kept her mouth shut about that topic and flung a carefree smile in place. "You're right. Sorry. Didn't mean to babble." His description of himself was interesting and she noted everything he said down in her head to document later. Though she wasn't sure yet if she wanted to reveal the idea of change-skins to the hunting world. He didn't seem particularly dangerous and he kept mentioning that he didn't eat people. "I believe you, you know. You don't eat people. Duly noted. I don't eat them either, just so you know." His words pulled a husky laugh from her and lightened the mood. "Then I'm glad your face is not removable. Stripper it is." When he went quiet, Zaza turned to her food again, mulling over the conversation they'd had. "I'm not going to tell. Thank you for telling me what you are, but I'm not going to tell. You're not bad enough to be put on the books and hunted down. No offense." Her gaze jumped to his face, searching for something. Seeming satisfied, the girl smiled again. "I hope you don't mind, but you're sweet and you live here. Would you mind terribly much if I got your phone number? I'm always looking for extra sets of eyes on the nightmares. So I can get it taken care of. I won't ask you to do anything, of course. Just keep an eye out for unusual stuff, bad stuff. Send me a text every once in a while or call me. I will never get you involved. I just can't be everywhere at once." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: Got nothing. [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Mike's eyebrows went up again, but he didn't lose the smile. "I suppose I should just be relieved to hear that I'm classified as Mostly Harmless, despite any male urges to immediately prove that no, I'm actually some phenomenal badass." The preteen arrived with the rest of their order, and Mike again served up Zaza before filling his own plate. A long, dramatic sigh. "And now you want my number, but only so that I can keep you updated on the monster community? You're bad for a man's ego, kid. You could at least pretend that you wanted it so that we could go get drinks some night. But no. First you call me harmless, then you call me sweet, and then you only want me to call you if something unusual goes on in town. Cruel, you are." He ate a bite of lo mein, somehow managing to eat it sort of dolefully. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: Way to make a guy feel emasculated. [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] It took a second for Mike's words to fully register in Zaza's head. After an internal debate as to whether backtracking was a good idea, she grinned cheekily. "I suppose you could use the word cruel. I am not, of course, opposed to being called for other reasons. I didn't come out tonight for business alone. I stole a car to have some fun. It was just your unfortunate luck that you were the one I happened upon. Being that I am both hunter and woman, sometimes my priorities can get a bit skewed." She dug into her food with zest, rather thrilled when Mike's advice proved right. "You give good advice on food, Mike. Should I call you the next time I have a dilemma?" Her tone was lighthearted, but it was ruined when she moaned due to the delishness of the food. "How did I not know there was such a fantastic chinese place here until tonight? I need to get my good food radar out. Obviously my gorgeous man radar is working, I mean I wouldn't have had the good luck to run into you otherwise." She munched on some sweet and sour chicken, swallowing before she spoke again. "I trust that you are dangerous enough to kill me. Don't worry, I'm very highly aware of how strong you are. As a man alone you could probably take someone my size down. I really shouldn't hit on men I've barely met, never know when I'm gonna come across someone truly scary. But the danger is perhaps what makes it so exciting." Zaza paused her fork in the middle of spearing some food. "Question. What would you recommend doing after food? Clubs, talking to random strangers, driving around really fast, I'm down for just about anything. Except flying. I can't fly." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: Bleh! [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Eating a few bites of Hunan Chicken gave Mike a bit of time to think and to look Zaza over, consider her in the light of what he'd learned about her in the past little while, and what he deduced about her based on what he'd learned of women in his life. And once he'd done that, Mike reached across the table and laid his hand over Zaza's, stilling her for a moment and pulling her attention fully onto him. "Tell you what?" His voice was quieter, oddly gentler than it had been until now. "Let's finish dinner, and then I'll take you to to my favorite club where the music's always good, the drinks are cheap, and the tourists hardly ever find it." "I'll buy the dinner and drinks, if you'll try to believe that I already like you, I'm already impressed by you and so you don't have to keep proving anything to me? You're a hunter. You're a strong woman. You're intelligent. You're gorgeous. I've already figured all that stuff out, so we can move past that and just hang out? Enjoy the food and the semi-disreputable club, enjoy one another's company? Because I'd kind of like to get to know you, but that's hard when you're throwing up chaff." He lifted her hand in his, turned it and kissed her inner wrist. "You think we could try it without the dazzle camoflauge?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: He'd like to try it for real. [/style]

[Elizabeth Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She froze when his hand covered hers, her gaze finding his. The confusion was clear until he spoke. Zaza swallowed harshly, her eyes widening fractionally. Her wrist tingled where he'd kissed it and she wasn't sure at first how to react. Slowly, the young huntress relaxed in the booth, her gaze lost the challenge that had been present almost since she'd sauntered up to him outside. In the span of a few seconds, everything about the brunette went from overly-confident and challenging to calmer and serious. Holding his gaze, she slowly pulled her wrist back and set it on the table. "Sorry. Force of habit." The smile she offered was warmer and held none of the dazzling flash she'd been using. "You kind of intimidated me with just how gorgeous you are. It kind of comes with the trade, doesn't it?" Honest curosity flickered to life and she leaned forward. "Will you show me your act one day? I'm sure it dazzles all the girls, and now I'm curious. Just, try not dazzle me too much, my brain can only take so much before it fries." With that, she stole a piece of hunan chicken off his plate. Zaza sat back. "No tourists. I'm holding you to that promise." And with that, she popped some beef lo mein into her mouth and shivered. When she swallowed, she picked up a menu, pulling out her cell phone long enough to type the name of the place into it. "I am coming back here one day. I mean, I've had Chinese food, but this is one of those places that's really good without the price tag." Replacing the menu, her gaze jumped to his face again. "So, can I ask where the mysterious non-tourist-y club is?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location:Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Till the World Ends - Britney Spears Outfit: Jean shorts, a stripped red top, and black flats. Notes: She's decided to treat him like she would Ki. As an attractive male that she trusts. [/style]

[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "It's cool. I do the same thing sometimes. I spent too long in the club or hanging out with the clientele and it's like I turn into that guy. He even has a different name, I dance under the name 'Corvin'." He rolled his eyes, even though he'd picked the name himself. It was still sorta goofy. "Too long playing at being Corvin, I start acting like him all the time." He took the chance to nip once, very gently, at that same spot on his wrist before she could pull away, but then released her and settled back to his food. "Come to the club some night, watch me dance, pretend not to be impressed by the other guys?" He grinned at her and picked up his chopsticks. "I'll take you in back and give you a lapdance even, just promise not to giggle?" "The club's on the north side of town, way off the Strip, mostly a blue collar place but the music's good. And I love this place, I come here a couple of times a month, once a week if I can manage it. It's easy to find great burgers and steaks in this town, but good non-tourist ethnic food is a treasure worth hunting." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Dragon Phoenix Restaurant, Las Vegas NV Music: Worry About You - Ivy Outfit: Jeans and a black silk buttondown Notes: Much, much better. [/style]