Roze | My Blood, Bloody Valentine

[bloodrunner]

A communication bulletin goes up on the Wanted channel: He has been made aware, he says, of how rough some of the acts are that some people have to engage in. So he's here to offer his services as pincushion, such as they are. In exchange, all they have to do is take him around to see the sights and help him get more familiar with this place. After all, if he's going to find the truly worthwhile parts of the station, he might as well have someone to enjoy them with.

Scanning through the station's matchmaking app, he's already found a few interesting and colorful characters, and has left one in particular a little heart, but left her star rating for the time being. He would fill that in, he promises, after they've had a night or two. No pussyfooting, just proposition for whatever she might feel like at any given time. It's all separate from his initial bulletin, but perhaps it would encourage her cooperation. That's his line of logic, anyway.

He's found himself some stuff to do in the meantime, including activating the free trial of the Station's subscription channel. Let him get a preview of everyone, please and thank you.

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[fullofthorns]

Where he could get a full update on the kind of woman he'd managed to lure over and watch her in a tireless sexual ouroboros with an equally unusual man. Both of whom proved hungry, vicious, and insatiable in more ways than one.

Sure, let me know when you're free and we can see where things go. I'm perpetually bored in this place until I have more disposable income. Link me where you want to meet up. L8r ;x

Whenever and wherever the man chose, Roze eventually shows up, keeping her personal plans loose just to entertain the vague proposition out of curiosity. She arrives in a wine velvet spaghetti strap dress only just long enough to cover the important parts and straining against her curves, her favorite thigh-high boots on and keeping her at her comfortably towering 6'4", even in her current human form, long pink tresses tumbling over both shoulders.

"Hope This is more interesting than what I skipped out on," she grins, green eyes glittering with playful mischief.

[bloodrunner]

That video feed had gone on long enough for him to get his fill and then some, and get properly excited for meeting with a beautiful lady that he has no doubt will be a hell of a ride.

He's opted for a good icebreaker location, a lounge that would serve drinks and nibbles in abundance brought by scantily clad staff, and touting on a sign out front an assortment of private rooms for rent. Whatever would happen, could happen, and they wouldn't even have to go very far for it to happen. When she arrives in that very slinky piece of red fabric that only just qualified as a dress. He himself has opted for comfortable slacks and a tight-fitting tank top that leaves his arms and the extensive tattooing on them completely exposed, suspenders and unruly curls completing his image as a hooligan and a miscreant.

"It will be if you wish," he replies, looking up at her with a somewhat slimy smile and a hint of tooth that his tongue flicks over. He doesn't seem to be the least bit intimidated by her.

[fullofthorns]

She appreciates a man stupid enough not to be intimidated and reaches out, patting his cheek lightly before giving it a mockingly condescending pinch with a laugh.

"Well aren't you just the cutest?" Probably her version of the old 'bless your heart'. Only because she gauged him as a man capable of taking his licks and dishing them, at least on a verbal scale. She herself bore a few tattoos; bold lines in a somewhat tribal style that curved at one breast and dominated one thigh (shit I always forget to mention but hey ), creating an abstract rose and vines suggestion. A tattoo that all the attention was drawn to as she slid onto a stool at the bar, crossing her legs with the sort of Basic Instinct deliberateness designed to draw the eye. She wants to play a little, since this guy seems more inclined to cross swords.

"I only wish not to be bored. Coming to a place like this and not finding interesting things is practically criminal."

[bloodrunner]

The pinch gets a laugh, as does the pseudo-insulting commentary. Oh, he could absolutely have fun with this.

Tobias isn't the least bit shy about letting his eyes follow those tattoos, from the swirls crawling up her shoulder to that peeking from the bottom hem of her skirt. The smirk curling his lips stays very firmly in place as he slides up onto the stool beside her.

"Give me time, I'll learn all the little tricks and trades. Got me a nose for holes in the wall." He puts his hand down on the bar between them, looking around for the barkeep and giving them a small wave. He knows what he wants to start with, and really it's up to her whether she wants to take up the challenge he's putting down. An irish carbomb isn't the most intelligent way to start the night, but by god he's going for it.

[fullofthorns]

"Be careful about holes in walls, in a place like this," Roze comments with a half-snorted laugh, cocking a naturally pink brow at him. When he places his order, the sultry visage she was trying for shatters with an almost audible crack as her green eyes light up.

"What? A normal menu?" she asks, leaning to look at the different bottles wondering if it were even remotely possible to have enough liquors to cover whatever the worlds in the universe could offer. Then again, she'd seen enough sci-fi movies to assume replicators or whatever nonsense tech might also be a thing. So...fuck you, skinny boy.

"Two Irish Carbombs, two Lake Waters, two PB&Js, and two doubles of Patron with five cherries each, please and thank you," she orders in a rolling rush of words. The bartender looks totally unphased, and Roze swivels her head, snake-like, to look at Tobias with an expression that says very clearly: your move, little man.

[bloodrunner]

"Only to start with," he assures her, then sits back as she orders her littany of strong everything. He feels a stirring, both in his chest and his trousers, over the excitement of the encounter.

"And two surfers on acid," he finishes, looking her in the eye as he says it. They could drop the cherries straight into the surfers and be all the happier for it.

As the first of their drinks are poured, and the bartender lets the head settle on the beers, Tobias leans his elbow against the bar and looks up at Roze with a softer smirk.

"What's your poison, beautiful?" He can't help it with the terrible lines, but he's obviously asking after more than her drink of choice, when she's not trying to challenge people out of their sobriety.

[fullofthorns]

She watches the bartender eagerly, admiring the dark fluid, the heady aroma almost but not quite like fresh coffee, the creamy-sweet Bailey's...She was gazing so longingly at the drink she almost ignored Tobias' question, too distracted. When she sees his arm in her peripheral, she turns slightly, arching a brow his way in question, as though wondering what he wanted, until her brain caught up and plugged his words into her selective hearing.

"Not you," she sniffs, smirking, and giving him a long, appraising up and down look. "I like my men bigger than me, stronger than me, older than me. You might be older, but I like a little silver," she sighs in mock mourning, reaching out and caressing her lacquered nails through the hair at his temple, only to tug his ear gently with a light laugh.

"But I also hate eating the same toppings on pizza every time, so it's always good to switch it up. Never know when you'll find a new favorite flavor," she muses, lifting up the shot glass and pulling the mug close.

"Less talk, more drink."

[bloodrunner]

He gives her a playful scoff at the immediate assertion that he's not her type, clearly all for show; he can respect that. He's not many peoples' type that he's ever been aware of. There have been a few very select weirdos over the years though.

"Cheers to that," he replies at the commentary about keeping a little variety in your diet. He lifts the shot and gets it poised over the pint, looking the woman in the eye then dropping it straight in before starting to chug.

Though it's a little slower, he pulls in great gulps in place of desperately trying to drain it. He takes long breaths between swallows and finally, he puts the glass back down, licking the remainder of the foam off his lip. He watches her expectantly, figuring that he would follow her lead for the cocktails she'd ordered.

[fullofthorns]

Delighted at having a person around with a perky mood and willingness to party, Roze drops the shot glass into her mug and knocks it back with an open mouth. It's hard to tell if she swallows more than once ( or at all ), the whole of the mug's contents splashing against the back of her throat audibly, the shot glass sliding down to rest against her lips for a brief moment per gravity, only to rattle noisily against the empty glass that she all but immediately slams back down onto the table, only a thin, frothy line sliding down the inside indicating there was anything in the cup to begin with. Cheeks puffing momentarily with a silent belch, she glaces at the bartender, who clears his throat and moves off for the next round.

"What, you expect me to pace myself?" she asks the man rhetorically, barking a small laugh and looking up to Toby with that consistent wild grin, all teeth and trouble.

"So. What do you wanna do tonight, hm?" she asks with an arched brow, cocking her head to the side. "Me, that's a given. But what's your poison? What's itchin' your britches? Or you just hopin' to surprise me instead of disappoint me?"

[bloodrunner]

That grin curls his lips, nearly as manic as hers as he runs a hand right up her leg from knee to hip, then dragging her stool just a little closer to him so he can look her in the eye.

"Think I'd like t' see what else that mouth can do, darlin'. Love a woman that could break me in half." He laughs at that and sits back up as their next round is set up for them, the bartender stoic as he regards them then wanders off again to let them flirt. If this could be called that.

[fullofthorns]

Less flirting, more like two predators circling each other in a pen, trying to determine who was most likely to win a fight. She likes it, and ignores the bartender in favor of dragging her glass of fruity green cocktail over to sip from a straw, watching Tobias' hand as she does. She lets him slide her closer, grinning around her straw, eyes glittering with amused delight.

"You best take that literally. I could benchpress you, fold you up like laundry, and eat half of you before the night was through," she laughs, though she doesn't quite give off the implication that she's joking. She doesn't even sound like she's boasting so much as reciting a litany of facts. That said, she slides his Lake Water over to him, cocking her head to the side.

"I can show you a fun trick this mouth of mine can do, later. Provided you're not easily spooked by the unnatural."

[bloodrunner]

There's an excited shiver that runs right up his spine as he matches her gaze with a sort of impish glee. He takes his drink without looking around at it, taking a long sip of the curiously blue, very sweet cocktail that hits his sinuses after a second's delay.

"I mean everything literally, madam. And I certainly don't scare easy." Which could very much sound like bravado, just given his natural speaking voice, while being entirely true. "T'ain't nothin' born'a this world's unnatural. Only thing that is is denyin' the nature of things."

[fullofthorns]

"Cheers to that," she chuckles, clinking her glass against his before lifting it to eat a piece of fruit off the rim. Not even the hint of a buzz, she sighed internally. Just a lot of fun flavors and a little belly warmth. At least the tequila always cut a little fire in her gut, she mused, glancing at the bartender to indicate he should consider getting on those soon.

"So, in the interest of conversation to fill the gaps while we're getting warmed up for the main event, tell me something genuinely interesting about you. Who are you, what makes you interesting enough to be here, hm?"

[bloodrunner]

Regarding her from over the top of his almost flourescent cocktail, he seems to be considering his options for how to answer. He's getting up a comfortable little buzz, but that's not much considering how much they've already drunk.

Eventually, after he's finished his drink, he looks her in the eye and closes his teeth on the glass, biting down until a sharp little shard comes off in his mouth. Serves them right for taking away the pocket knife he always has on him...

"Watch the birdy," he says in a singsong voice, flipping the shard about in his fingers, then slicing it straight across his palm. The blood that oozes out is black.

"Mam called me a changeling child. Stolen by the fair folk and brought back different. Dunno what was done to me, but I've been livin' me best life since nineteen-oh-four. Can't be killed, only maimed." As he talks, the wound across his palm closes up, knitting together with no scar to speak of. "Served in wars, usually as a medic. Been all over the world, sold blood to vampire clans in most countries, had families and buried all my sisters meself. And you're maybe in the top five interesting things I've seen this century." He raises his empty, and now broken, glass to her.

[fullofthorns]

Startled by the biting of the glass and half expecting the man to eat it, she leans back a bit when he cuts himself, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the wound, nostrils flaring a bit. It irritated her that her sense of smell was so impeded by her human form; she really needed her tongue to pick up a good sense of people. Maybe she should just give up the charade entirely after tonight...

"Returned you? That's certainly uncommon among the fae," Roze murmurs, not seeming the least bit shocked or taken aback as she leans in closer to sniff his hand before the wound closes. She cocks an appreciative smirk at being called interesting, all considered, then takes his hand in both of hers, rubbing her thumb along the line where the wound had been.

"I've had to negotiate the return of children before. It tends to get ugly. It's rare to send a child back. And you're sure you're not the replacement?" she asks, looking up into his eyes with a curiosity borne of personal experience.

[bloodrunner]

He watches as she smudges the blood across his palm, just letting her examine. She certainly wouldn't be the first to be utterly fascinated by that small parlor trick.

"Well, mam insisted I was still her boy so even if I was the replacement they never did anything about it. Probably more certain than they should've been, all told. Not like I could argue with it, too small t' do much besides roll with it an' make the most of it."

[fullofthorns]

"She just took you in and raised you as her own, regardless?" she asks, smiling slowly, expression softening just a bit. "That's...really lovely, actually." Puffing a sigh and letting his hand go, Roze leans back a bit and sips her drink to the bottom, letting the irritating rattle of bubbles and ice be her signal to the beleaguered bartender that it was time for the next round to get laid out.

"In my line of work, I see a long of genuinely good people that aren't exactly human treated like absolute shit by ungrateful parents all the time. It's depressingly rare that a human accepts what they have is a blessing. Hm. But! It's nice to know you're sturdy, for a rail-thin bloke," she drawls with a cheery grin.

"And not likely to lose your shit when I turn into a big-ass monster and get you off with a seventeen-inch tongue." Because yeah, that's a thing.

[bloodrunner]

"Just between us? I think she was bitter about havin' her only son taken so she coddled what came back regardless of whether'a havin' birthed it."

When the next drinks are handed over, Tobias leans his elbow against the table and tucks his fist against his chin, looking up at her with all the good humor in the world. He's not a stranger to the sad reactions to hearing his circumstances, when he talks to those few soft-hearted people that even care to ask.

"How big-ass of a monster are we talkin' here? I'm already imaginin' you got at least a head on me."

[fullofthorns]

"Oh, honestly not as big as all that. It's mostly the mass and the extra appendages," she replies with a soft laugh, gesturing around herself vaguely. "I'm only 195cm, relaxed. If I stand on my toes I can usually make 210cm, so definitely able to reach the top of the fridge on my own," she smirks, tossing pink curls out of her face and fixing him with that unearthly green stare.

"I'm not fae, but I'm half-dragon, which I wager is close enough in a fight."

[bloodrunner]

He grins into his drink before draining it. He's definitely starting to feel a little bit now, and hopefully the absorption rate would counter the regeneration his body was always doing when he made bad decisions for his health.

"Color me intrigued." He leers at her, and is struck by an impulse to run his hands through her hair just to see if the smell she gives off is all her or just her shampoo. He imagines that it feels like candyfloss, without the stickiness.

[fullofthorns]

She lets him have his moment, watching his hand briefly before sliding her gaze away to focus on her new drink, turning to prop her weight on her elbows against the bar, glossy nails tapping on her cup.

The scent isn't shampoo at all, just a combination of what he finds most attractive as a smell, and her own strawberries and cream. Pheromones and skin.

"Then take me home," she smirks, raking her eyes over the wiry scoundrel with a snorted laugh. Candyfloss wasn't even as soft. If any comparison could be made, it was like the powdered strands of Dragon's Beard candy. Heavy, voluminous, yet somehow also light as air, like a whisper on the skin.

[bloodrunner]

In a quick, almost-smooth movement, he was up off his stool and holding his arm out to her to take.

The wonderful drift of scent that hits him when she moves is like honey candy, slightly floral and richly sweet. He's actually a little bit hungry, and wondering if they should order something in for after the fact. Dessert, so to speak, after the main course.

"Perhaps a hotel," he suggests, knowing the size of their starter capsules. "Easier to make use of wider open facilities, righ'?"

[fullofthorns]

"Up to you," she shrugs, immediately losing interest in her drink when he takes her straight up on her suggestion. She's off the bar and sliding her arm around his without any fear of the hook-up in the least. After a second thought, she turns around and grabs her glass, slamming the remains of the drink and dropping the upturned and empty glass onto the woodtop.

"I'll take personal offense if you don't stop several times on the way to the sleaziest looking place they have to offer and try to get yours before we even make it there. Spoiler-alert, you're not getting anything until the doors close....but I invite you to make your best efforts."

[bloodrunner]

"Madam, I am shocked and appalled that you would think me so uncouth as to start trying to molest you on the way to a more appropriate place." The outrage painted all over his face is as fake as can be. The grin is toothy and the tone is snarky and his hand has already crept up to attempt to honk the closest soft bit of her he can reach.

He's enjoying her company, plain as anything. He's happy to be here. Try finding that in 90% of the current station occupant list.