Sharp and Pointed (Whiskey/Adam)

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She pulled into Vegas, of course it wasn’t the first time she’d been in the town, just the first time she wasn’t there for a job or pure pleasure. A few days ago she’d gotten a text message from John Winchester, an old friend of her parents, and after a little back and forth he’d asked her to show up at New York New York to meet his youngest son Adam and teach him swordplay. Of course she wasn’t stupid enough to think she was going to just pass him all her knowledge in just one day, or two, or hell in a month, but her parents before her had trained hunters and that also was in her blood, her heritage, so she couldn’t say no. Of course there was also the additional benefit of getting to know a Winchester, hell any hunting contact would be good just in case she needed help. Finding her way to the hotel easy and forking over the money for parking she got out of her 71’ Dodge Challenger, well it was her father’s car but when he told her to run, when at 16 she became responsible for her wellbeing and the wellbeing of her younger brother, three years her junior, it became hers. For five years she took care of him, hunted, and stayed on the move, searching for her parents so that she might put down her weary load and just be a kid again, but that day never came. The closest thing to it was the day that she knocked her brother John out and handcuffed him to the admissions office at Illinois State with every cent she could come up with in an envelope stuffed in his coat pocket. Beside him she placed his bag with his books, electronics, computer, and pinned a big note to his chest reading “enroll me”. Inside his bag was an envelope with a few pictures of them together along with ones of their parents with a note saying “make your life extraordinary, I love you, Morgan” (Morgan was her preferred name but only to this day had her brother John known that). Still it didn’t stop there though, she kept going, like it was now on her shoulders to carry on her families legacy alone. She found a parking space after winding up the parking lot a bit, pulling out of the trunk an army duffle with her hunting clothing and gear in it, also tucked in there were two rattan swords, for practice. She moved into the Casino, taking the elevator up to the floor and checking the text message on her phone again for the correct room number before walking up to it and knocking, checking the text message one more time to make sure she had the name right, a smirk on her features, Adam, so many horrid puns can come from a name like Adam. Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Oh yea, Adam, your name is like a loaded gun

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Adam was having a bad day. He didn't know if it was detoxing from the cocktail of sedatives, antipsychotics and anticonvulsants that he'd been taking up until last week or whether now that Sam was awake he was just destressing and everything was hitting him harder. But he had a solid bitch of a headache and had since he woke up that morning, and whether the headache was causing them or just making him less able to resist them, the hallucinations were pressing in close from all sides. He couldn't get the stink of hot metal out of his nose or the back of his throat and he kept feeling a press behind his right shoulder, the looming presence of Michael in one of his playful moods. And so when a knock came at the door he was really in no kind of mood. He went to answer it, because his momma had raised him right and because it might be something about Sam, but he didn't bother to pull on a shirt or put out the cigarette that dangled from his fingers. Adam was surprisingly well-muscled for how lanky he usually looked in his layered baggy shirts and jackets. He wasn't jailhouse built or anything, but weight training helped him wear himself out enough to sleep and there was sharp definition in his arms and more power in the build of his chest and shoulders than might be expected. He opened the door expecting to see Norah or his Dad or maybe Ruby, and instead it was a tiny dark-haired chick working the schoolgirl-whore look. He looked her up and down, his eyes slightly narrowed against the harsher light in the hallway. "You know," his voice was rough with strain and cigarettes, "the last time a girl turned up at my door and I assumed she was a hooker it turned out she was my long-lost sister. To be on the safe side, let's go with, 'Can I help you with something?'" Location: Adam's room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Just jeans, with his usual accessories Notes: Willing to admit the possibility that she's not a hooker, but it's still Vegas.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Oh that was priceless and perfect too, loving the smart ass remark she felt the door had been opened and now poor Adam would have to deal with her mouth. First though she gave him a good once over, tipping her sunglasses down to get a good look, taking note of the tone, the disgruntled sort of look on his face, tied in with the narrowed eyes and she went with what most hunters would be dealing with, that he had a hangover. “Hi Adam, sorry I don’t have an apple for you but I do have a set of swords in my pack and I am sure happy to see you.” Shit eating grin put into place as she took off her sunglasses, tucking them into her jacket pocket, she extended her hand to him. Her hands were a strange mixture of painted nails, bright red of course, in all different lengths since she kept breaking them, along with callous in all the places the swords rested against her palms. They were also like the rest of her, tiny, but there was strength in them that one could not deny, also much like the girl she was. “If it makes you feel any better I was working a job a few weeks back where I was a stripper so I guess hooker isn’t too far off, but no, you don’t have to pay me for my services, which at this point don’t include anything without our clothing on, well yet anyway. I’m Whiskey Kings, your dad called me saying you wanted to learn how to handle a sword and I’d be the best there is.” Cocky to a fault but good enough to back up the statement she motioned to the open doorway expectantly. Hazel eyes looking up at him with a little impatience. “This is the point where you say come in, please, or alternatively let me worship you, either works really Blondie Bear.” Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Did I fail to mention her mouth never stops?

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] A one-sided smile. "Apple. Ha ha ha. You know, nobody's ever made that joke to me before. Ever." He looked down at her extended hand, studying it for a moment before clamping the filter of his smoke between his teeth and reaching out to shake it with a hand that shook visibly. "Whiskey, huh? Sure." He pulled his hand back and retrieved the cigarette, then stepped back to let her into the room, which was tidy largely only because Adam didn't own all that much and because every five days or so Norah swept in like a officious little windstorm and gathered up all the laundry to send out for cleaning, straightened up his end tables and so on. His weak protests that he was capable of doing that were answered with the unarguable point that maybe he could, but he didn't. "I'm glad to have it settled up front what the state of your clothing will be and whether I'll have to pay for it, that definitely settles my mind about the hooker thing. But swords is cool. What sort of blades do you fight? What styles?" He walked over to the table, set the cigarette into an overflowing ashtray so that he could find a t-shirt and pull it on. It just seemed polie, if she wasn't a prostitute. Location: Adam's room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Just jeans, with his usual accessories Notes: He does get a bit acerbic.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She walked into the room, putting her duffle down on the ground near the bed, a soft clang of metal from the inside confirming that at least she had something in there that wasn’t just clothing before inviting herself to a seat on a chair and pulling off a heel, rubbing her foot while looking about the place. What she was doing was seeing how careful the young man was, if he had any obvious weapons lying about, books for study, newspapers looking for leads, in short she was seeing how much of a hunter’s bug he had in him. “Yea Whiskey, my parents had a very interesting sense of humor, the story goes I’m named after the reason I was conceived, the full name is Whiskey Morgan Kings since I guess the Captain had something to do with it as well. I take it Master Kenobi had some thing for Biblical references when it came to your name? Oh feel free to text or call him to verify he sent me by the way, you know, check in with Daddy to make sure you can play and all.” She slipped the other heel off and got up, moving over to her bag and unhooking the latch to open the top of it, pulling out the two rattan swords to move them out of the way before pulling one of her babies out, a ninjatō which for transport had been peace bound at the hilt. Just by the way she held it, carefully in the palms of her hands, her fingers curling over it, it gave away the actual reverence she had for the piece. They weren’t always her weapons of choice but when the girl did pull them out whatever she was hunting was sure to end up in a bloody mess. “I’ve been tutored in several forms of swordplay since I was young. Were you looking for a list? Well Kendo, HEMA, fencing, Ryuseiken Battodo just to name a few. I try to adapt them all a bit but I will switch off as the situation calls for it. Just let me know if my resume meets your standards and if you’re not to hung over were you wanting to get started today?Also did you just need sword instruction or were you looking for other help as well? I am a fully trained hunter, just because I specialize in swords doesn’t mean I don’t know how to use other weapons. I’m also happy to go out in the field with you, see how you fair Blondie Bear, I mean ultimately that’s your goal here right?” Stretching out a bit, letting out a yawn out, she put the sword down on her pack and looked back up at him, giving him a small smile. “If you aren’t ready for all this right now I can always look into getting a shitty little hotel room off the beaten path and meet up with you later, your choice since I caught you at…what I really hope isn’t your best.” Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: I suggest duct tape, it works well for shutting a Kings up.

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "I'm not hung over," he informed her patiently as he retrieved his cigarette and emptied the ashtray out of some obscure sense of propriety. "I'm insane. I'm surprised my father didn't mention it." A pause, and then, "Second thought, no I'm not surprised. Prideful old bastard." He looked Whiskey over, that amused cynical detachment that seemed seemed to be his primary defense mechanism in full force. "She named me Adam, because I was going to be the first of many. That didn't work out so well for her. Papa John had nothing to do with it at the time, other than in the strictly biological sense. He did, however, mention he was sending someone to talk blades. I think the direct quote was 'tiny little chick. Mouthy and obnoxious but knows her stuff'. I'm just going ahead and assuming that's you." Her tendency to hop topics bothered him less than it might have, he just scattershot back at her. "I fenced sabre in high school, I was thinking the Japanese disciplines would grow out of that, but I'm flexible. And no, my ultimate goal isn't to go out into the field. My ultimate goal is to be able to help and contribute when the field comes and finds us, because if I'm going to be a part of this family I can't afford to be dead weight." Location: Adam's room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Just jeans, with his usual accessories Notes: How many simultaneous topics can they keep going?

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She shrugged at the insane bit, it wasn’t that like the thought hadn’t occurred to her that she was a few cards short of a full deck herself anyway plus, you know, as hunters they saw shit no one else ever saw so it could be that perhaps they all were sharing some sort of community insanity and perhaps should have been locked away in a looney bin with padded walls a long time ago. Hell it could be they all were there and sharing some fucked up strange delusion unaware that a real world was going on beyond this reality, like Buffy had in that one fucked up episode, or Clark Kent in that one Smallville one….yea the thought thanks to TV had passed her mind. She also didn’t judge him for it, just accepting it as part of him and frankly not going to baby him for it. She knew the world they lived in gave no quarter for disabilities, mental or otherwise, so you just had to push through them, and any coddling she would do, along with any treating him differently, would just be a disservice to him. Nodding along with the description of her, not bothering to correct it, she knew she had a mouth and was prideful of it, hell she knew her height limitations as well. Of course being Whiskey she had to say something… “I’m not tiny, I’m compact, I don’t like to waste space is all. He also left out drop dead gorgeous.” Inviting herself to climb up onto his bed she stood there a moment and then motioned for him to come closer, looking him over, now probably taller than he was thanks to the height of the mattress. “There, less vertically challenged for your tastes? So you wanna be the guy who stays at home and guards the base, I can dig. Hey…you know if you aren’t all into like doing the whole sword thing right now we could go and hang, get something to eat, maybe go out and do something. I just drove in from Phoenix and only stopped once; I’d love something in my stomach and a stiff drink. I got cash, you know, aforementioned strip job, which was a legit vampire hunt in case you were wondering. You like burgers?” Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Alternatively to shut her up put food in her mouth…

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Yeah, yeah." A rather sarcastic smile. "Short dark-haired female hunters with hyperaggressive tendencies and intimacy issues. I know all about it." He went over to the dresser and started finding his socks, ignoring her standing on the bed. Adam was fond of pushy women, as a whole, but he was in no mood to be charmed by this one. She was just a little too much for him right now, whether because of the headache or because she was fundamentally over the top for what he could cope with. He found his shoes and his jacket, started loading up with the basic stuff you need to go out. "There's a good burger place here in the casino, and we can eat on the label's dime. Word came out yesterday that the whole tour's due for an upgrade, the first disk went gold and they're saying it may end up plat." That he was tossing around tour gossip and terminology without any indication that Whiskey should know what he was talking about honestly didn't occur to him. He was sunk so deep into the culture that he truly forgot that not everybody lives their lives completely sunk in a closed group. Once he'd pulled himself together and smoothed down his hair he asked, "Coming? Or would you like to take off a few extra articles of clothing first? This is Vegas, you know, candystripers and church choir directors wear outfits like that. If you want to be shocking, you may need to put in extra effort." Location: Adam's room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: Not currently charmed. Subject to change without notice.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Bouncing on the bed a few times she jumped off it, walking over and gathering up her shoes, slipping them back on before walking over and carefully putting her sword away. Before closing up the pack she stopped to pull out a .22, tucking it in the waist of her skirt. “I’ve got no problems being intimate; just ask what’s his name from last night.” True to form she wasn’t going to admit to knowing what he meant by intimacy issues, covering it up with a smart ass remark about her own sex life. Of course he probably hit a little too close to home but she wasn’t about to admit that to a guy she’d known all of fifteen minutes. Pulling on her jacket she adjusted it and looked over at him, chuckling. “Okay what I heard was free food, blah blah blah blah blah blah. Thing is I make my own way Blondie Bear, I got green so I’ll take care of paying for my own burger, not like I’m starving, been there, done that, frankly it sucks.” That was the truth, sometimes she’d gone days without food to make sure her brother was fed on the road, telling him she wasn’t hungry while he ate what she could afford to give him when they were dirt poor. She just thanked what ever watched out for them in those years that it never got bad enough that she had to turn to selling herself in order to make it by, just when she thought she might have to something else came up in their lives and she had found a way for them to make it buy just a little while longer. At his criticism of her clothing she looked down at it then back to him, eyebrow raised. Inwardly she was loving that he was pushing back just as hard verbally as she was dishing out and truth be told it was turning her on, but she wasn’t ready to admit defeat just yet. “I wore the outfit to go with the shoes, I fucking love these heels. So you rocking the late eighties skater come greaser style for a reason or do you think it goes well with the ode de ashtray scent you’re rocking?” Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: She’s shockingly not trying to seduce him, in fact she’s going “he’s my ageish…lets have fun!”

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Hey, excellent choice of where to make your moral stand. Hamburgers. Fuck religion, animal cruelty, world peace, children starving to death in Haiti, Whiskey Morgan King doesn't let other people pay for her lunch. But sure, far be it for me to stand in the way of your practice of your moral and ethical beliefs. I, however, will be allowing the giant faceless corporation whose empire is based on exploiting artists shell out the eighteen-fifty for a burger and a beer." He gestured for them to leave, putting his Hi-Power into his Uncle Mike's and tucking it into his jeans the last thing before leaving. "And I dress like this because until six weeks ago I owned nothing but the suit I was buried in and because I am actively avoiding the issue of getting laid, thus impressing the chicks is all the way down at the bottom of my priority list." Once they were heading down the hall toward the elevator he did admit, "They're good shoes, though." Location: Adam's room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: Priorities, priorities.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Rolling her eyes as she passed out the door of the room, yes she acted like she was all of ten sometimes, she couldn’t help but stick out her tongue at him. She’d relaxed enough around him to let herself just simply be, and found herself enjoying it more and more. A day without worrying what was going to come around the next corner or if she would be faced with another problem too hard for her to handle (of course she seemed to always handle them anyway, to hard or not). “Fine, are you like a demon in disguise leading me from the path or rigorousness? Should I go back and grab some holy water? Fine then, you can buy me lunch on your nameless, faceless, whatchmacallets dime, you know for the starving children in Haiti.” Even though she was shorter and didn’t have the strides that Adam’s longer legs granted him she was able to keep up, years of practice in staying in step with taller people under her list of skills, even in heels. When they reached the elevators she leaned up against the wall, watching him push the down button, putting her sunglasses back on. “Actively avoiding it hua? Well that’s too bad, could have been fun, I’m not one to push the issue though.” Turning to face the elevator as it dinged and opened, walking into it and turning, waiting for him to hit the button to take them to the lobby her eyes trailed up to the roof of the elevator, then over to the right, then to the ground then to the left, then back to him. Her lips, twisting as there was finally quiet, her mind drifting. She thought about the last time she was in Vegas. Wondering if that tazering thing from The Hangover had some truth to it? If tazering someone really looked like that? Should she get a tazer? Maybe she’d ask Adam if he wanted to go dancing after this. Maybe she’d just go on her own dancing after this. Holy shit had she just been quiet for like more than a few minutes? Should someone call Guinness and add in a new world record, a Kings was quiet? No wait that happened before…right? Oh hey there was like that one street here with that one video thing, that was cool, maybe she could go check that out. No, wait…there was something better! “After lunch you wanna go check out the rides they have on the top of the Stratosphere? I hear they are like freak you out of your mind awesome. If not that’s cool to, I’m just looking for something to maybe unwind with but I’m up to just heading right into work too.” Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Priorities are as follows, fun, shoes, legacy, and…I think save lives is in there somewhere between sex and booze.

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "I'm not a demon, technically." He didn't expand on that comment. "And I find it impossible to believe that you can't find bigger and better entertainment than me for your fun." There was a dry note to the comment, not quite mockery but something self-directed and subtly bitter. He led her down to Broadway Burger, sat down at a booth and barely glanced at the menu. "Sam Adams," he asked/informed the waitress, producing an ID with a name on it which was not his own. He smiled through her checking it, Bishop scored good fakes. Once they were alone again he turned back to Whiskey and said, "I'm not much for thrill rides, though I appreciate the offer. If you want, after lunch I'll take you up to meet the people who are actually fun. There's plenty of them, I'm just not one of 'em." In that, at least, there was no bitterness. Only the humor and that dry cynical note that would be there until such time as he started actually trusting Whiskey in any way. Location: Adam's room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: A beer sounds really good right now, actually.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] “Technically hua?” Ordering herself a MGD light she also offered up her own fake ID, honestly not needing it for her age but defiantly for the name, apparently Jezebel Reid sounded less fake then her own real name and she didn’t question it, also leaving that question she asked Adam hanging there, should he choose to expand on it then he could, if not that was okay too. As soon as the waitress was out of earshot she leaned over and looked Adam in the eyes, giving him the most semi-serious look she could. “See here Blondie Bear, thing is, if I had wanted plain fun I would have stayed in Arizona and found it on my own. I came here for you, so you wanna eat and then get to work that’s fine, no sweat of my back, but honestly what’s eating you? From what I figure you’re about my age right? You are in freaking Las Vegas, live a little cause honestly what goes on in our lives, the crap we gotta deal with, it fucking sucks balls when you come right down to it so when you get a chance to get out and just relax why not take it? I also get the idea that your dad could have called loads of people drumming up a teacher, hell he’s John the man, the legend Winchester, but he called me. Now I am the best of the best from a family that trains hunters but still, young, female, your age….see where I’m going with this? So, what’s it gonna be?” Looking over when the waitress came back with their beers she quickly ordered a bacon cheeseburger with all the trimmings and onion rings, hazel eyes looking back to him as soon as the waitress was out of earshot again, eyebrows raising in anticipation of his answer. Sure she was interested in making sure he was trained and trained well but something told her that he’d also been spending too much time not enjoying what life had to offer, call it instinct or just the state of his room. If she was wrong she’d accept that and do what he wanted to. Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: She might have a point but she don’t have the whole picture

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "I spent the last two hundred years being tortured by Satan and the Archangel Michael." He weirdly loved stating it like that, so baldly and strange. It was stark and true, and a fact that he could get a real hold on when everything else in his world felt slippery and treacherous. One true thing about him when he wasn't always sure that he was really his father's son or his brothers' brother, when he couldn't remember his mother's face or whether he'd eaten in the past forty-eight hours. He remembered why he was fucked up, and that's a sick thing to make your stake in the ground but it was what he had to work with. "I don't go out and run around and party because I never know when I'm going to start hallucinating that the person I'm dancing with is being flayed by invisible knives or lose track of the English language and start speaking in Enochian because parts of my memory didn't come completely back to being my own when Michael's brain separated out of mine." He lit a smoke, Adam was going to miss Vegas when they left and you couldn't smoke anywhere you felt like it. "I don't know why my father called me. You're probably right, he probably thinks I need to drink and fuck it out of my system. He's trying to do that for his own problems, and it may or may not be working for him but it's not what's going to work for me." A smile, thin, always with that bitter edge. "So yeah, I want to learn to use a blade. I don't really want to fuck you or play tour guide or be your pity case. No offense, but I spend too much of my time keeping myself from flying apart at the seams to be your pet. I'd be a shitty pet anyway. Inconsistent and ungrateful." Location: America Burgers, NYNY Casino, Vegas Music: Mad World - Gary Jules Outfit: Jeans, t-shirt, the usual. Notes: He's so weirdly clear-eyed and bitter at the same time.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She sat there stunned at his words for a good long while, her mind, usually fast and sharp, just trying to comprehend what it was that Adam was fully admitting to here. She’d seen a lot in her time on Earth, more than someone her age should and had too much dumped on her shoulders at too young of a age as well. John told her to be careful with Adam, not to break him, she thought he had been joking but now…she was looking at the man across from her in a new light. There might have been another reason she was called that she hadn’t thought of, because she might be able to not only teach Adam swordplay but if something happened with him while she was near she could take care of him. Under all that big attitude and bluster, under all those claims of how she didn’t get attached was the simple truth that she had a heart that did care too much for those who seemed broken. “You look really good for two hundred.” Retreating into humor but the playful tone was gone, it wasn’t pity although it was a kin to that feeling, it was this odd sensation of looking outside in at herself. She’d walked in assuming one thing only to have the carpet pulled out from under her. Things changing in her mind enough that when the waitress put the food down in front of her all she managed was a polite nod before finally bringing her eyes up to look at Adam again. “What is going to work for you then? I mean, I haven’t been through what you have but I can’t imagine the life of a semi-shut in would be something you’d want either?” Then she held her hands up in a silent motion of surrender, the truth was that even though she had been invited to do so (not by him but..), she’d invaded Adam’s life in her loud and unabashed way of being without knowing the whole story. She’d made assumptions that she had no right to do so and now she had no right to ask him to give up more of his internal thoughts than he had already gifted her with. She certainly hadn’t invested in him any truly personal details and wasn’t totally sure she would be, so the choice to just give in and see what happened from there was taken by the young girl. “I don’t want a pet; my life is too hectic to give one a stable home life or anything else it deserved. What I really want…well fuck that I’m not here for me so it don’t matter really. We need to get you a sword but for now the practice swords that are in the bag upstairs will do, they lack sharp edges.” Location: Adam’s Room, NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: Meow Music: Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 Notes: Well, that shut her up for a bit