Waylon gave a big grin to Val's way with words and raised his glass slightly.
"To be sure."
A shop and a race horse hmm? Given his nature Waylon knew all too well that looks could be deceiving. In his mind either she had help in gaining these things or she was older than she looked. Something to watch anyways.
"Well, this town offers to much to not get into at least a little trouble." That was something he knew too well.
"A shop and a filly eh? Interesting. Bet that leaves you some free time huh. If you don't mind my askin' what sort of shop?"
He wasn't trying to be nosy, just making conversation as it were.
A drink to the living (open)
Numb, numb was good right about now and she had that covered on several levels. She'd been in the smoky pub drinking, quite a lot, for some time now but she had two very good reasons for it. It was Giovanni's birthday, Val always had a drink in her maker and former lover's honor on his birthday. She wasn't sure quite what had happened to him, she hadn't heard from him in years, but she'd also not heard he was dead. All was right with her little world if Giovanni was alive and out there somewhere.
The other reason was crumpled and held tightly in her fist. Shamus. They'd killed her Shamus. The man who'd taken an idealistic 'young' hot head in and taught her how to fight, how to try and reclaim what was rightfully Ireland's. She'd come to love and trust him over the years. In fact, he was one of the very -very- few people to whom she'd confided in about her... condition. He'd never exploited it either, that's not to say they hadn't used it for the cause but he'd never taken her for granted. She'd gotten the letter from Declan today. Shamus had been shot and killed during a raid. Some one had sold them out and her mentor had paid a very high price. Ordinarily Val would have been on the first plane back, but Declan assured her both the killer and the traitor had been dealt with.
That left her with nothing to do but mourn. Mourn and celebrate, such a morbid combination; but it worked for her. A drink to the living a toast to the dead she muttered as she signaled for another round. Of course it was a bit odd considered that technically both the people she was drinking to were dead, but it was the thought that counted.
Waylon
15 years ago
Valentine
15 years ago
“Most cities do. Now don’t tell me you don’t get into a little bit of trouble yourself. I have –never- heard of a flyboy being an angle.”
For a second she wondered what had happened to the other flyboy. The one she’d left pretty banged up in the alley. She should have bitten him to send a message. He might have been property but he didn’t understand the rules of the game, eventually some one would have to teach him. But, it was probably just as well it wasn’t her. The idiot probably belonged to another clan (the odds were only one in three he’d be Tàcharan) and she didn’t need to start an incident. Of course if he was Tàcharan that would wind up being an incident of another sort. Bah, sometimes mortals were more trouble than they were worth.
She also wondered what was with her karma to attract yet another pilot. Strange world. Ah well.
Giggling into her beer, Val admitted she was caught. Some guys would push and ask more and some wouldn’t apparently Waylon was the former. She approved.
“A car dealership actually. Down in New York. Don’t tell me you need a new set of wheels though or I’ll have to talk business.”
She teased. Just from the look of him, Val wasn’t sure he could afford anything she had to sell, but looks could be deceiving.
For a second she wondered what had happened to the other flyboy. The one she’d left pretty banged up in the alley. She should have bitten him to send a message. He might have been property but he didn’t understand the rules of the game, eventually some one would have to teach him. But, it was probably just as well it wasn’t her. The idiot probably belonged to another clan (the odds were only one in three he’d be Tàcharan) and she didn’t need to start an incident. Of course if he was Tàcharan that would wind up being an incident of another sort. Bah, sometimes mortals were more trouble than they were worth.
She also wondered what was with her karma to attract yet another pilot. Strange world. Ah well.
Giggling into her beer, Val admitted she was caught. Some guys would push and ask more and some wouldn’t apparently Waylon was the former. She approved.
“A car dealership actually. Down in New York. Don’t tell me you need a new set of wheels though or I’ll have to talk business.”
She teased. Just from the look of him, Val wasn’t sure he could afford anything she had to sell, but looks could be deceiving.
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon let out a roar of a laugh. Probably a little loader than necessary, but if this gal knew the sort of understatement she just made, he was willing to bet she would have joined him.
"No I would reckon you haven't. That's a rare breed, for certain." He came down from his reverie and continued. "Oh, I've been known to kick up some dust from time to time. Mostly when the situation calls for it. Or I get bored."
Even in his former life Waylon never liked to follow most of societies' laws. And after his turning this combined with his experiences doing jobs for his creator to create a man that was rather well removed from what would be considered acceptable by today's human society. Still, the man had morals and they told him that as long as innocent people weren't killed by his actions, then he could go about his business. Anyways he had learned long ago that the only laws he was requiered to follow were those of his clan and his own moral code.
So, she owned a dealership, intriguing. Waylon was always looking for possible contacts and it didn't even cross his mind that Val might run a perfectly legitimate business. Big city owners that didn't have their hand in the cookie jaw that was grand theft auto in one way or another was one of those rare breeds that Waylon had rarely seen since he got into the trade.
Pushing those thoughts aside he grinned at her answer and took a swig of his beer.
"Ah, cool beans. Besides flying I'm a bit of a car nut. And though I would like to talk turkey, in my experience owners that dress as well as you do don't generally sell cars I could afford."
Then again he might be perfectly capable of affording one of her vehicles. He certainly wasn't hurting for cash. But that wasn't the piont of the remark.
"No I would reckon you haven't. That's a rare breed, for certain." He came down from his reverie and continued. "Oh, I've been known to kick up some dust from time to time. Mostly when the situation calls for it. Or I get bored."
Even in his former life Waylon never liked to follow most of societies' laws. And after his turning this combined with his experiences doing jobs for his creator to create a man that was rather well removed from what would be considered acceptable by today's human society. Still, the man had morals and they told him that as long as innocent people weren't killed by his actions, then he could go about his business. Anyways he had learned long ago that the only laws he was requiered to follow were those of his clan and his own moral code.
So, she owned a dealership, intriguing. Waylon was always looking for possible contacts and it didn't even cross his mind that Val might run a perfectly legitimate business. Big city owners that didn't have their hand in the cookie jaw that was grand theft auto in one way or another was one of those rare breeds that Waylon had rarely seen since he got into the trade.
Pushing those thoughts aside he grinned at her answer and took a swig of his beer.
"Ah, cool beans. Besides flying I'm a bit of a car nut. And though I would like to talk turkey, in my experience owners that dress as well as you do don't generally sell cars I could afford."
Then again he might be perfectly capable of affording one of her vehicles. He certainly wasn't hurting for cash. But that wasn't the piont of the remark.
Valentine
15 years ago
“Rare breed? They’re extinct.”
She’d found one or two round about WWII but even then you didn’t come by them terribly often.
She grinned wickedly.
“Boredom will do it –every- time.”
Hmmm car nut? That wasn’t a bad thing not at all. She would have been surprised at a flyboy who didn’t continue his need for speed to his land ride as well.
She chuckled again at the idea of him not being able to afford her toys. It took some effort but she refrained from offering to show off the Vanquish. Which was just as well, she realized, as she hadn’t brought it tonight. She’d known she’d be a little worse for wear under the circumstances and hadn’t wanted to risk getting pulled over or her baby taken away. She did –love- that car.
“I’ll give you a good sales man, I might even give you a few incentives and decent financing but they are defiantly big boy’s toys. And I’ll tell you if you want a good deal now’s the time to do it, while I’m not quite running on all cylinders.”
Val had no problem admitting she was less than sober, she didn’t feel she was at a disadvantage at all. Not so long as she didn’t let it get any further out of hand.
She’d found one or two round about WWII but even then you didn’t come by them terribly often.
She grinned wickedly.
“Boredom will do it –every- time.”
Hmmm car nut? That wasn’t a bad thing not at all. She would have been surprised at a flyboy who didn’t continue his need for speed to his land ride as well.
She chuckled again at the idea of him not being able to afford her toys. It took some effort but she refrained from offering to show off the Vanquish. Which was just as well, she realized, as she hadn’t brought it tonight. She’d known she’d be a little worse for wear under the circumstances and hadn’t wanted to risk getting pulled over or her baby taken away. She did –love- that car.
“I’ll give you a good sales man, I might even give you a few incentives and decent financing but they are defiantly big boy’s toys. And I’ll tell you if you want a good deal now’s the time to do it, while I’m not quite running on all cylinders.”
Val had no problem admitting she was less than sober, she didn’t feel she was at a disadvantage at all. Not so long as she didn’t let it get any further out of hand.
Waylon
15 years ago
Incentives? Financing? And she was challenging his manhood? She was a slick one wasn't she? Had he been further along into his pitcher Waylon might have went for her bait. But the vamp had known far to many slick salesmen to be drug in so easily. Instead he'd make a challenge of his own.
"Ha ha. You are good, I'll give ya that. But 'big boy's toys' I'm sorry, but I don't think we can do business. After all, I'm used to man cars, anything less couldn't handle me."
There was a big old grin plastered on the cowboy's face. He was enjoying this.
"Let me guess. You sell something high end. Maseratis, Astons, or maybe even Lambos. A line like that coming from a good looking woman like you is gonna be a challenge to men that need to prove something. And only overcompensating males are gonna be in there looking for such rides."
Though he didn't usually like slick carsalesmen, Waylon didn't think Val was generaly like that. But it was obvious she could move the metal if need be. She was alright in his book.
'What the hell.' Just outside the bar Waylon could hear a group of obnoxious punks walking up to the pub hootin' and hollerin' at everything within eye shot. He did not at all like obnoxious punks.
The door was swung open with undue force and Waylon glanced back to see five Chicanos walk into the bar and the first one in yell at the bartender in broken English.
"Hey chica five cervezas, pronto! Like now dammit!"
Waylon decided he was going to do his best to control his temper around these bastard thugs. All he wanted to do was enjoy his company and his beer. And it probably wasn't worth the attention that would come from one guy beating a group of five to within an inch of their lives, or a little farther.
Waylon looked at Val and just shrugged as he refilled his glass. He was tense with anger but wasn't gonna let it show.
"Ha ha. You are good, I'll give ya that. But 'big boy's toys' I'm sorry, but I don't think we can do business. After all, I'm used to man cars, anything less couldn't handle me."
There was a big old grin plastered on the cowboy's face. He was enjoying this.
"Let me guess. You sell something high end. Maseratis, Astons, or maybe even Lambos. A line like that coming from a good looking woman like you is gonna be a challenge to men that need to prove something. And only overcompensating males are gonna be in there looking for such rides."
Though he didn't usually like slick carsalesmen, Waylon didn't think Val was generaly like that. But it was obvious she could move the metal if need be. She was alright in his book.
'What the hell.' Just outside the bar Waylon could hear a group of obnoxious punks walking up to the pub hootin' and hollerin' at everything within eye shot. He did not at all like obnoxious punks.
The door was swung open with undue force and Waylon glanced back to see five Chicanos walk into the bar and the first one in yell at the bartender in broken English.
"Hey chica five cervezas, pronto! Like now dammit!"
Waylon decided he was going to do his best to control his temper around these bastard thugs. All he wanted to do was enjoy his company and his beer. And it probably wasn't worth the attention that would come from one guy beating a group of five to within an inch of their lives, or a little farther.
Waylon looked at Val and just shrugged as he refilled his glass. He was tense with anger but wasn't gonna let it show.
Valentine
15 years ago
Val decided that she liked his smile and the fact that he could give as good as he got.
“What twelve cylinders and 190 miles an hour isn’t manly? I have been in the wrong business.”
She teased him.
“But you’re right all of the above. Still you’d be amazed the cross section we get. Of course, I don’t sell, I can only handle so many wishy-washy spoiled rich boys a day. And oddly enough, most of them don’t like buying from a woman. Never have figured that out.”
Some men could handle it and some couldn’t. Val mentally shrugged and let it go. Her hours were such that she couldn’t often show up during business hours any way.
She wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes and the rowdy crowd. Some days she didn’t mind that, a good rowdy pub could be fun but this lot… she decided they were low class and trouble. Dinner?
Now that was odd, why would she look at the punks like that and not Waylon? That was just creepy. She was damned tempted to ask Waylon that very question but there was sure as hell no good way to ask that.
‘Excuse me is there a reason I wouldn’t mind feeding from those low class punks but I haven’t been looking at you like a slab of meat?’
Oh yes that would go over –well-. Instead, she leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially.
“I think we can take them. Don’t you?”
“What twelve cylinders and 190 miles an hour isn’t manly? I have been in the wrong business.”
She teased him.
“But you’re right all of the above. Still you’d be amazed the cross section we get. Of course, I don’t sell, I can only handle so many wishy-washy spoiled rich boys a day. And oddly enough, most of them don’t like buying from a woman. Never have figured that out.”
Some men could handle it and some couldn’t. Val mentally shrugged and let it go. Her hours were such that she couldn’t often show up during business hours any way.
She wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes and the rowdy crowd. Some days she didn’t mind that, a good rowdy pub could be fun but this lot… she decided they were low class and trouble. Dinner?
Now that was odd, why would she look at the punks like that and not Waylon? That was just creepy. She was damned tempted to ask Waylon that very question but there was sure as hell no good way to ask that.
‘Excuse me is there a reason I wouldn’t mind feeding from those low class punks but I haven’t been looking at you like a slab of meat?’
Oh yes that would go over –well-. Instead, she leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially.
“I think we can take them. Don’t you?”
Waylon
15 years ago
For a second Waylon thought Val was joking around but as he looked onto her eyes he decided she was dead serious. She might not have looked like much of a fighter from first appearances, but Waylon knew enough not to trust appearances especially in this town. Either way he figured if she was blowing smoke he'd have no problem taking these punks on himself.
In the mean time the punks had moved on to picking on a couple across the bar. They were spewing off derogatory comments at the woman and telling her date what they were going to do to the gal while he sat there and how he wasn't gonna do a damn thing to stop them. Overall Waylon was of the opinion that these gangbangers were not likely to live through the night.
Looking into Val's eyes Waylon's own dark eyes lit up and an evil grin played across his face. Turning his head but still facing Val, He yelled across the bar at the punks.
"Hey Pepe! What's the matter, on your period again? You seem like your in a bad mood." All five turned to get a look at the bastard that was talking shit.
Waylon stood up and turned to face them. With his back to Val he flicked the back of his vest up to reveal the Redhawk Alaskan tucked into his Wranglers. It wasn't what he used when he expected to be in combat, but the .454 packed enough power that most vamps didn't like getting hit by it and it would be more than enough firepower if any of these punks decided to run.
"Why don't you and the mariachi boys come over hear and tell us all about it?"
In the mean time the punks had moved on to picking on a couple across the bar. They were spewing off derogatory comments at the woman and telling her date what they were going to do to the gal while he sat there and how he wasn't gonna do a damn thing to stop them. Overall Waylon was of the opinion that these gangbangers were not likely to live through the night.
Looking into Val's eyes Waylon's own dark eyes lit up and an evil grin played across his face. Turning his head but still facing Val, He yelled across the bar at the punks.
"Hey Pepe! What's the matter, on your period again? You seem like your in a bad mood." All five turned to get a look at the bastard that was talking shit.
Waylon stood up and turned to face them. With his back to Val he flicked the back of his vest up to reveal the Redhawk Alaskan tucked into his Wranglers. It wasn't what he used when he expected to be in combat, but the .454 packed enough power that most vamps didn't like getting hit by it and it would be more than enough firepower if any of these punks decided to run.
"Why don't you and the mariachi boys come over hear and tell us all about it?"
Valentine
15 years ago
Now that was just rude. Val had been half kidding, she wasn’t looking for a bar room brawl, when she half goaded Waylon but this pack of degenerates wasn’t following the rules. If they had gone off into a corner and been uncouth on their own maybe occasionally harassing the Limey waitress she would have been fine with leaving them be, but harassment like that was unwarranted.
She was half out of her seat to do something un-lady like about it when flyboy numero dos beat her too it. All Val could do was kick back and laugh. She managed to smother most of it behind her hand but damned that was funny. But he did get their attention and they shifted their attention from the more defenseless couple and sauntered over to join herself and her drinking buddy. Val wasn’t worried, but she really did hope Waylon could hold his own.
“You do know how to attract a crowd don’t you?”
The group was apparently looking for a fight as they started out making a few less than tasteful comments about gringos playing cowboy and quickly worked up to down right lewd comments about herself. Maybe she should stop going to bars, it always seemed to wind up in a fight. Oh well, this was a good way to honor Shamus’ memory too. Unlike their previous victim who coward and squirmed Val didn’t bat an eyelash, not even when one of them started touching her. She just smiled sweetly.
“We’ll talk after you buy me a drink. I’m not as cheap a date as you are vato.”
That was about the extent of her Spanish vocabulary, other than cerveza but it would suffice for tonight.
She was half out of her seat to do something un-lady like about it when flyboy numero dos beat her too it. All Val could do was kick back and laugh. She managed to smother most of it behind her hand but damned that was funny. But he did get their attention and they shifted their attention from the more defenseless couple and sauntered over to join herself and her drinking buddy. Val wasn’t worried, but she really did hope Waylon could hold his own.
“You do know how to attract a crowd don’t you?”
The group was apparently looking for a fight as they started out making a few less than tasteful comments about gringos playing cowboy and quickly worked up to down right lewd comments about herself. Maybe she should stop going to bars, it always seemed to wind up in a fight. Oh well, this was a good way to honor Shamus’ memory too. Unlike their previous victim who coward and squirmed Val didn’t bat an eyelash, not even when one of them started touching her. She just smiled sweetly.
“We’ll talk after you buy me a drink. I’m not as cheap a date as you are vato.”
That was about the extent of her Spanish vocabulary, other than cerveza but it would suffice for tonight.
Waylon
15 years ago
As Val joined him at his side Waylon gave a shrug and a 'guilty as charged' look. Tilting towards her he said in a low voice.
"Kicking up dust, and all that."
Waylon did nothing but stare as the gangbangers walked up and spouted their uninspiring insults at the two of them. He was a little surprised Val didn't move when one of the guys started touching her, but it showed him she could keep cool in a situation. Her standing rose a couple of notches.
At her cheap date remark Waylon put on a bit of a show by doubling over in half fake laughter and smacked both his knees with his hands.
"Goh! Ba ha ha!" Ol' Pepe walked up to him with a look to kill. Waylon continued "Did you hear that! Gah ha! Hilarious! I tell you she's an Irish Wonda Sykes."
Pepe didn't like that at all. "Oh you think that's funny puta gringo?" The cowboy nodded vigorously.
With that the punk threw a punch where Waylon's head was a split second ago. Pepe didn't have time to show his surprise before a look of agony plastered itself to his face as Waylon caught his punch and brought his opposite arm up into the Chicano's elbow, busting it at the joint. Before he could hit his knees Waylon threw a back-handed chop into the guys' wind pipe, grabbed the back of his head and with vampiric strength sent the gangbangers' face into the edge of the bar with a satisfying crunch.
The guy behind Pepe produced a knife and lunged towards Waylon. Twisting out of the way he caught the knife hand and swung an elbow into the mans nose. A split second later the the knife was out of punk number two's hand and sticking, handle out, of his neck. The second gangbanger hit the floor gurgling from the blood gathering in his throat and weakly writhing in pain.
Waylon might have fed last night but the thick scent of blood in the air had his hunger and adrenaline up. Eyeballing the gangster farthest from the action, Waylon gave him a predatory look and a half snarl/half evil grin, revealing very prominent canines. He wasn't done yet.
"Kicking up dust, and all that."
Waylon did nothing but stare as the gangbangers walked up and spouted their uninspiring insults at the two of them. He was a little surprised Val didn't move when one of the guys started touching her, but it showed him she could keep cool in a situation. Her standing rose a couple of notches.
At her cheap date remark Waylon put on a bit of a show by doubling over in half fake laughter and smacked both his knees with his hands.
"Goh! Ba ha ha!" Ol' Pepe walked up to him with a look to kill. Waylon continued "Did you hear that! Gah ha! Hilarious! I tell you she's an Irish Wonda Sykes."
Pepe didn't like that at all. "Oh you think that's funny puta gringo?" The cowboy nodded vigorously.
With that the punk threw a punch where Waylon's head was a split second ago. Pepe didn't have time to show his surprise before a look of agony plastered itself to his face as Waylon caught his punch and brought his opposite arm up into the Chicano's elbow, busting it at the joint. Before he could hit his knees Waylon threw a back-handed chop into the guys' wind pipe, grabbed the back of his head and with vampiric strength sent the gangbangers' face into the edge of the bar with a satisfying crunch.
The guy behind Pepe produced a knife and lunged towards Waylon. Twisting out of the way he caught the knife hand and swung an elbow into the mans nose. A split second later the the knife was out of punk number two's hand and sticking, handle out, of his neck. The second gangbanger hit the floor gurgling from the blood gathering in his throat and weakly writhing in pain.
Waylon might have fed last night but the thick scent of blood in the air had his hunger and adrenaline up. Eyeballing the gangster farthest from the action, Waylon gave him a predatory look and a half snarl/half evil grin, revealing very prominent canines. He wasn't done yet.
Valentine
15 years ago
“You need to go back to the Old Sod me boy.”
Val teased. He was undoubtedly several generations removed but he’d fit in just fine in some places.
Fortunately, the group didn’t view Val as much of a threat and was much more interested in playing with Waylon. There were some benefits to being tiny and cute. Like in this case, Val got to watch as the big man took on the punks. He wasn’t doing a bad job of it either. Defiantly some nice moves and he didn’t get flustered by the trash talk.
Oh, that had to hurt they were most certainly going to be asked to leave and that was if they were lucky. If the cops showed up Waylon didn’t want to know how fast and how effectively Val could get out of Dodge. She wasn’t sticking around to play with the fuzz for any one.
One of the punks had stayed next to her, apparently just in case she should decide to move and join the fray. When his pal fell though he tried to dive in and help. Val didn’t waste any time sweeping his legs out from under him. The punk fell forward face planting into the table. She quickly twisted one arm behind him and using her knee to shove his throat into the edge of the table giving her both complete control of him and making it rather hard for him to breath.
Now very sober but cool and calm she simply noted.
“I think its time to leave Sunshine. Unless you have some copper relative you want to reunite with.”
The clans might all have a hand in this city but she had no intention of trying to pull any strings.
Thank god, she’d paid for everything in cash.
Despite being more than ready to leave and already thinking about how to avoid being cornered with this whole mess, she couldn’t help but notice Waylon’s snarl. Now –that- was interesting.
Val teased. He was undoubtedly several generations removed but he’d fit in just fine in some places.
Fortunately, the group didn’t view Val as much of a threat and was much more interested in playing with Waylon. There were some benefits to being tiny and cute. Like in this case, Val got to watch as the big man took on the punks. He wasn’t doing a bad job of it either. Defiantly some nice moves and he didn’t get flustered by the trash talk.
Oh, that had to hurt they were most certainly going to be asked to leave and that was if they were lucky. If the cops showed up Waylon didn’t want to know how fast and how effectively Val could get out of Dodge. She wasn’t sticking around to play with the fuzz for any one.
One of the punks had stayed next to her, apparently just in case she should decide to move and join the fray. When his pal fell though he tried to dive in and help. Val didn’t waste any time sweeping his legs out from under him. The punk fell forward face planting into the table. She quickly twisted one arm behind him and using her knee to shove his throat into the edge of the table giving her both complete control of him and making it rather hard for him to breath.
Now very sober but cool and calm she simply noted.
“I think its time to leave Sunshine. Unless you have some copper relative you want to reunite with.”
The clans might all have a hand in this city but she had no intention of trying to pull any strings.
Thank god, she’d paid for everything in cash.
Despite being more than ready to leave and already thinking about how to avoid being cornered with this whole mess, she couldn’t help but notice Waylon’s snarl. Now –that- was interesting.
Waylon
15 years ago
Had he been around a few more centuries Waylon might have been able to keep his emotions in check and let his perception take hold. And had he kept his emotions in check he might have noticed the beer bottle fly across the room before it smacked him underneath his left eye. That was enough to break his stare down with his third target.
The last two gangsters standing took Waylon's brief distraction as an opportunity to get the hell out. One made it out but the little shit that tossed the bottle had the favor returned as a bar stool was hurled across the bar and smashed into his back, sending him flat on his face. Waylon walked over to the still moving guy and gave him a good boot to the head knocking him out cold. Let that serve as a reminder of the consequences of wasting good beer.
Still lost in his rush, Waylon was about to feed on the poor sod until Val made known her opinion on staying around this joint.
"Right. The cops."
Instead he pulled a pair of fifties out of his wallet, threw them on the bar and turned to Val.
"Ready when you are."
With that Waylon made his way for the door wondering if she was going to follow him or head off in her own direction.
He imagined Anantya would be a good deal involved in what the cops investigated in Nachton, but Waylon wasn't about to test the leniency of Elders which he hadn't actually met yet. They would certainly not waste their time to get this foolish youngin of a vamp out of his own mess, no matter how well he had served his creator and clan in the past.
The last two gangsters standing took Waylon's brief distraction as an opportunity to get the hell out. One made it out but the little shit that tossed the bottle had the favor returned as a bar stool was hurled across the bar and smashed into his back, sending him flat on his face. Waylon walked over to the still moving guy and gave him a good boot to the head knocking him out cold. Let that serve as a reminder of the consequences of wasting good beer.
Still lost in his rush, Waylon was about to feed on the poor sod until Val made known her opinion on staying around this joint.
"Right. The cops."
Instead he pulled a pair of fifties out of his wallet, threw them on the bar and turned to Val.
"Ready when you are."
With that Waylon made his way for the door wondering if she was going to follow him or head off in her own direction.
He imagined Anantya would be a good deal involved in what the cops investigated in Nachton, but Waylon wasn't about to test the leniency of Elders which he hadn't actually met yet. They would certainly not waste their time to get this foolish youngin of a vamp out of his own mess, no matter how well he had served his creator and clan in the past.
Valentine
15 years ago
Thank god, he had some self-control. Val had decided she rather liked Waylon, but self-preservation was a –very- prominent instinct for her. That didn’t lend one’s self to being a hero or leaving no man behind, hell no you left a man behind if the man was dumb enough to keep pushing when they shouldn’t and when they were a liability. That was just how it was. She didn’t expect any different treatment either.
Almost cheerfully, she followed him out the door. She didn’t run, no running would attract attention. She also took it as a given he would follow her, although she didn’t quite have a plan right now. No idea where to go or what to do next; it would come to her, it always did.
“No cabs, not for a few blocks any way. Don’t need any one else remembering us. Of all the days not to drive myself.”
She lamented. As she determinedly set about weaving up and down streets, allies, parking lots deliberately being random about direction and doing her best to keep them away from people. Disappearing into the night as best, they could. Eventually she’d rejoin the crowd, whether he did or not was up to him.
“That was an interesting game you had going there flyboy. Not at all what I had set out to do tonight.”
She looked over to him and flashed a grin, now more than ever careful to keep her own large canines hidden. Just because she had a better than average guess about him didn’t mean she wanted to share any information about herself.
((OOC… she’s assuming he’s following her. If he isn’t that’s cool she’ll just be damned surprised when she looks up and he’s not there
))
Almost cheerfully, she followed him out the door. She didn’t run, no running would attract attention. She also took it as a given he would follow her, although she didn’t quite have a plan right now. No idea where to go or what to do next; it would come to her, it always did.
“No cabs, not for a few blocks any way. Don’t need any one else remembering us. Of all the days not to drive myself.”
She lamented. As she determinedly set about weaving up and down streets, allies, parking lots deliberately being random about direction and doing her best to keep them away from people. Disappearing into the night as best, they could. Eventually she’d rejoin the crowd, whether he did or not was up to him.
“That was an interesting game you had going there flyboy. Not at all what I had set out to do tonight.”
She looked over to him and flashed a grin, now more than ever careful to keep her own large canines hidden. Just because she had a better than average guess about him didn’t mean she wanted to share any information about herself.
((OOC… she’s assuming he’s following her. If he isn’t that’s cool she’ll just be damned surprised when she looks up and he’s not there
))
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon stood outside the bar waiting for Val to come out. The cool night air was welcoming and did much to cool his temper. Shit. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid tonight by hitting up the little pub. He wasn't sorry for what he had done to the unlucky gangbangers, they deserved what they got. No, the real problem was what to do about his new drinking companion. There was no doubt in his mind that his little teeth bearing incident had shown her his true nature. That was his major concern now.
With that on his mind Waylon followed Val through her winding escape rout, silent and a few steps behind but matching her pace. Now, what to do about his little problem. On the one hand he was rather fond of this gal, and on the other was the driving need to keep his secret from those not like him. Then again, she didn't look very worried about what he was sure she saw. For better or worse Waylon decided right then and there that this was not her first meeting with vampires.
At Val's quip Waylon managed to hide his pondering mood with his usual smart-ass comment and shit-eating grin.
"What, too much excitement after just meeting me?"
After a few more minutes Waylon stopped Val in the middle of an ally and managed a more serious tone.
"Look, I know you know what I am. There's no way you didn't see my little show back there. Now, this presents me with a problem, what do I do about this -situation-. Because, as you might know, we're not very fond of humans with this sort of knowledge. As I ponder this I'm weighing in the fact that this new drinking companion of mine is good people and I really don't want to see her hurt. Then I realize" He snapped his fingers as if coming to a revelation "this is not her first time around the vampiric sort. So... What dealings have you had in the past with my sort, I wonder."
Cold dark eyes stared at Val waiting her response.
It was an incredibly up front way of approaching the subject, but Waylon rarely approached a topic any other way.
(OOC- I guess I kinda hijacked the thread. next time it happens just smack me, I'll learn
)
With that on his mind Waylon followed Val through her winding escape rout, silent and a few steps behind but matching her pace. Now, what to do about his little problem. On the one hand he was rather fond of this gal, and on the other was the driving need to keep his secret from those not like him. Then again, she didn't look very worried about what he was sure she saw. For better or worse Waylon decided right then and there that this was not her first meeting with vampires.
At Val's quip Waylon managed to hide his pondering mood with his usual smart-ass comment and shit-eating grin.
"What, too much excitement after just meeting me?"
After a few more minutes Waylon stopped Val in the middle of an ally and managed a more serious tone.
"Look, I know you know what I am. There's no way you didn't see my little show back there. Now, this presents me with a problem, what do I do about this -situation-. Because, as you might know, we're not very fond of humans with this sort of knowledge. As I ponder this I'm weighing in the fact that this new drinking companion of mine is good people and I really don't want to see her hurt. Then I realize" He snapped his fingers as if coming to a revelation "this is not her first time around the vampiric sort. So... What dealings have you had in the past with my sort, I wonder."
Cold dark eyes stared at Val waiting her response.
It was an incredibly up front way of approaching the subject, but Waylon rarely approached a topic any other way.
(OOC- I guess I kinda hijacked the thread. next time it happens just smack me, I'll learn
)
Valentine
15 years ago
“You give new meaning to one night stand Ducky.”
Val quipped back and they floated around in her less than planned escape route. He was taking this all quite well, perhaps he had convinced himself she hadn’t seen or didn’t understand. Well if that was the case, he was either damned lucky or insanely young/naive.
Hearing him stop Val mentally nodded in approval as he got all serious on her. About time. She perched on a trash can to listen. Some how she suspected this might take a while.
“And what, pray tell, are you? So far as I can see you’re a not bad looking fella who can put away a fair share of Guinness and take on some minor league thugs, not a bad thing in my book. And until you used the ‘v’ word I don’t think I would have given things a second though. After all, I’ve been known to hang around with some less than savory types… …. … on rare occasion.”
Yes, she was playing hard to get and she was damned proud of it. Just because he’d tipped, his hand didn’t mean she was going to tip hers. Val had questions for him and if playing dumb was the best way to get them answered then she could be the quintessential dumb Dora.
((OOC... *pets* you did fine.))
Val quipped back and they floated around in her less than planned escape route. He was taking this all quite well, perhaps he had convinced himself she hadn’t seen or didn’t understand. Well if that was the case, he was either damned lucky or insanely young/naive.
Hearing him stop Val mentally nodded in approval as he got all serious on her. About time. She perched on a trash can to listen. Some how she suspected this might take a while.
“And what, pray tell, are you? So far as I can see you’re a not bad looking fella who can put away a fair share of Guinness and take on some minor league thugs, not a bad thing in my book. And until you used the ‘v’ word I don’t think I would have given things a second though. After all, I’ve been known to hang around with some less than savory types… …. … on rare occasion.”
Yes, she was playing hard to get and she was damned proud of it. Just because he’d tipped, his hand didn’t mean she was going to tip hers. Val had questions for him and if playing dumb was the best way to get them answered then she could be the quintessential dumb Dora.
((OOC... *pets* you did fine.))
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon gave out a low laugh. This one was as smart as she was slick. And she was playing dumb for all it was worth. Not a problem sometimes a hammer couldn't crack the nut.
"You're good I'll give ya that. But you're tryin' to bullshit a bullshitter. OK I'll play along though. Let me ask you this, setting aside all preconceived notions. Never liked 'em myself anyways; they just cause problems. What sort of unsavory types might they be? If you don't mind my asking, of course."
He was never big on judging by clans anyways. Not all vamps where the same, after all. Then again, she could be clanless, then he could understand such a gaurded nature.
Again, it was a less then subtle question, but Waylon was none too fond of playing round-about at times like these.
"You're good I'll give ya that. But you're tryin' to bullshit a bullshitter. OK I'll play along though. Let me ask you this, setting aside all preconceived notions. Never liked 'em myself anyways; they just cause problems. What sort of unsavory types might they be? If you don't mind my asking, of course."
He was never big on judging by clans anyways. Not all vamps where the same, after all. Then again, she could be clanless, then he could understand such a gaurded nature.
Again, it was a less then subtle question, but Waylon was none too fond of playing round-about at times like these.
Valentine
15 years ago
“You can ask me anything you want. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer. But then I expect the same is true of you.”
She grinned while debating her response. She could play fair or she could make him work for it or she could just keep her mouth shut. All three had advantages and disadvantages.
“As to my choice of company… well it all depends on which life you’re talking about. I do think its safe to say that the ‘v’ word isn’t anything I’m unfamiliar with. Don’t you?”
This time, for the first time all night, when Val smiled she did so just a bit more broadly. She blamed her large teeth on Giovanni. They weren’t so huge she couldn’t pass them off as a human fluke if she had to, it wasn’t always easy but she could. But they were large enough that in this setting even letting him just get half a glance at her pointy canines would answer his question.
She grinned while debating her response. She could play fair or she could make him work for it or she could just keep her mouth shut. All three had advantages and disadvantages.
“As to my choice of company… well it all depends on which life you’re talking about. I do think its safe to say that the ‘v’ word isn’t anything I’m unfamiliar with. Don’t you?”
This time, for the first time all night, when Val smiled she did so just a bit more broadly. She blamed her large teeth on Giovanni. They weren’t so huge she couldn’t pass them off as a human fluke if she had to, it wasn’t always easy but she could. But they were large enough that in this setting even letting him just get half a glance at her pointy canines would answer his question.
Waylon
15 years ago
When Val flashed her partially fanged smile the tension in Waylon's posture noticeably lessened. He gave her a smile and a nod.
"To be sure."
With that out of the way the cowboy turned on his heel and continued walking in there previous direction. Having got the answer he was basically looking for Waylon had no problem reverting back to the same demeanor he had back in the bar.
Now that he knew about Val's vampiric nature he had all sorts of questions about where she had been and what she had seen and all that. It always fascinated him to talk to other Vamps, to find out what sort of history they had lived through. But, he figured he had asked enough personal questions of Val for tonight and decided to take the conversation else where.
"Well, I guess now would be a good time to let it be known we don't have to walk to wherever it is we're going." He gave her a shrug and a smile. "I parked my Roadrunner a few blocks from the bar."
It was something he did out of habit in case he was in exactly this sort of situation.
"To be sure."
With that out of the way the cowboy turned on his heel and continued walking in there previous direction. Having got the answer he was basically looking for Waylon had no problem reverting back to the same demeanor he had back in the bar.
Now that he knew about Val's vampiric nature he had all sorts of questions about where she had been and what she had seen and all that. It always fascinated him to talk to other Vamps, to find out what sort of history they had lived through. But, he figured he had asked enough personal questions of Val for tonight and decided to take the conversation else where.
"Well, I guess now would be a good time to let it be known we don't have to walk to wherever it is we're going." He gave her a shrug and a smile. "I parked my Roadrunner a few blocks from the bar."
It was something he did out of habit in case he was in exactly this sort of situation.
Valentine
15 years ago
Back to being careful about her teeth, Val still managed to throw back her head and laugh. She wasn’t sure what to do with him next but he was worth keeping on his good side.
“I hadn’t decided where we were going. My primary thought was to pull you out of there before dinner and the fuzz.”
It was still possible Waylon, conceivable herself as well, might have a bit of a brush with the law. Val didn’t think so. It had all gone down pretty fast and while she’d been in there most of the night, she hadn’t done anything that out of the ordinary. All things considered, she’d probably still avoid the neighborhood for a while a good solid month or two. Fortunately, there were plenty of other pubs and bars in the city.
Now that was a blast from the past. Val couldn’t think the last time she’d seen a Roadrunner. She certainly didn’t have on in her collection. She lifted an approving eyebrow at Waylon.
“Your show Pretty Boy, but I’d say at the very least you owe me a lift wouldn’t you?”
Val kept a nice apartment in the city. It was neutral ground. If he wanted to call it a night, it gave her a good safe place to crash without giving anything away. Although she was dead curious about who he played for as well as a number of other things.
“I hadn’t decided where we were going. My primary thought was to pull you out of there before dinner and the fuzz.”
It was still possible Waylon, conceivable herself as well, might have a bit of a brush with the law. Val didn’t think so. It had all gone down pretty fast and while she’d been in there most of the night, she hadn’t done anything that out of the ordinary. All things considered, she’d probably still avoid the neighborhood for a while a good solid month or two. Fortunately, there were plenty of other pubs and bars in the city.
Now that was a blast from the past. Val couldn’t think the last time she’d seen a Roadrunner. She certainly didn’t have on in her collection. She lifted an approving eyebrow at Waylon.
“Your show Pretty Boy, but I’d say at the very least you owe me a lift wouldn’t you?”
Val kept a nice apartment in the city. It was neutral ground. If he wanted to call it a night, it gave her a good safe place to crash without giving anything away. Although she was dead curious about who he played for as well as a number of other things.
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon gave Val a lopsided grin when she spoke of pulling him out of an encounter with Nachton's finest.
"Mighty big of you to be sure" She didn't seem like the sort that would stick her neck out for too many people. "But my skill set allows me to get out of trouble much easier than is fair."
When one had his set of talents it wasn't that hard to get out of trouble like that. Oh, turning into a large owl in front of the cops would attract unwanted attention. But it was a ridiculously easy why of peeling out of trouble. Better to just avoid that sort of situation.
Waylon put his hand out in the direction they needed to go as of to say after you.
"Fine by me, just as long as you don't call me pretty boy again." He gave her another grin. "I've been called a lot of things in my day and pretty boy's never been one of 'em. And I'd like it to stay that way, someone might hear ya." He leaned in and whispered to Val. "Would ruin my reputation."
With that he started off for his ride. After a short while they came upon the old midnight blue Plymouth parked on a dark street six blocks from the bar.
Waylon walked over to the passenger side and unlock that door first then trotted around to his side and opened up his own door.
"Whelp where to pale-face? Ya got neutral ground?" He figured any smart vampire would have a spot they didn't mind others knew about to be dropped off at in situations like these.
"Mighty big of you to be sure" She didn't seem like the sort that would stick her neck out for too many people. "But my skill set allows me to get out of trouble much easier than is fair."
When one had his set of talents it wasn't that hard to get out of trouble like that. Oh, turning into a large owl in front of the cops would attract unwanted attention. But it was a ridiculously easy why of peeling out of trouble. Better to just avoid that sort of situation.
Waylon put his hand out in the direction they needed to go as of to say after you.
"Fine by me, just as long as you don't call me pretty boy again." He gave her another grin. "I've been called a lot of things in my day and pretty boy's never been one of 'em. And I'd like it to stay that way, someone might hear ya." He leaned in and whispered to Val. "Would ruin my reputation."
With that he started off for his ride. After a short while they came upon the old midnight blue Plymouth parked on a dark street six blocks from the bar.
Waylon walked over to the passenger side and unlock that door first then trotted around to his side and opened up his own door.
"Whelp where to pale-face? Ya got neutral ground?" He figured any smart vampire would have a spot they didn't mind others knew about to be dropped off at in situations like these.
Valentine
15 years ago
“I won’t call you pretty boy if you don’t call me pale face. Deal?”
Damned her perfect ivory complexion any way. Val didn’t blush, she’d been around too long for that, but she did flick him a little grin and a wink.
Val quickly complied a mental list of abilities that might get you out of trouble with the cops. She didn’t have any. Damned unfair that some people could just waltz out of trouble and some of them had to think on their feet. Oh wait, thinking on your feet was a good skill too. Never mind.
“Now do I look like I was born yesterday?”
She teased before giving him directions to a relatively posh area of town. Not super upper crust but defiantly yuppie. God love a clever accountant the apartment was a tax write off and nearly free, so she might as well have a nice one.
Curiosity did kill the cat, but Val wondered about him. How old, where, when, how. But she, for the most part managed to keep her mouth shut, most of the time. She allowed her self one question, one she didn’t mind answering in return at that.
“Where are you from and skip the PR and the nice back story you’ve cooked up for your meal and interviews, real deal.”
Damned her perfect ivory complexion any way. Val didn’t blush, she’d been around too long for that, but she did flick him a little grin and a wink.
Val quickly complied a mental list of abilities that might get you out of trouble with the cops. She didn’t have any. Damned unfair that some people could just waltz out of trouble and some of them had to think on their feet. Oh wait, thinking on your feet was a good skill too. Never mind.
“Now do I look like I was born yesterday?”
She teased before giving him directions to a relatively posh area of town. Not super upper crust but defiantly yuppie. God love a clever accountant the apartment was a tax write off and nearly free, so she might as well have a nice one.
Curiosity did kill the cat, but Val wondered about him. How old, where, when, how. But she, for the most part managed to keep her mouth shut, most of the time. She allowed her self one question, one she didn’t mind answering in return at that.
“Where are you from and skip the PR and the nice back story you’ve cooked up for your meal and interviews, real deal.”