CLASH OF THE TITANS

[Thomas Gallo]

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[Kai Alexander Morgan]

That your best pick up line?

 

Smile was as easy as the quiet laugh, taking a drink of the coffee that had been placed before him. Of all the places he’d been, coffee was the thing that strung them all together. That little bit of familiarity when everything was always so unfamiliar and uninviting.

 

Just grabbing something hot before I head out into the cold front that came through while the festivities have been underway.

 

Must have had the same thought, the weather definitely has not been kind.

 

He knew why she was really there, everyone seemed to be looking for trouble or knew it was there and was completely ignoring it. This was a powder keg and the fools running it were going to figure that out sooner than later.

 

“I’ll have what she’s having”

 

Case in point.

 

He took another drink of his coffee, watching the monitor a moment and then the ‘bartender’ glancing at his watch.

 

“Working huh?”

 

That was his cue to leave. Every vile scent that was grinding against the inside of his nostrils was beginning to slice at his threads of tolerance for this shitstorm. The tang of gunmetal against his scent palate was the final trigger. Last of the coffee was downed and he stood, pulling out a slender wallet and quietly sliding more money than was necessary under his coffee cup. Glance was cast to the other Were in the room, coat over his arm he took his leave. Footsteps were silent across the polished floor, even under the roar of the crowd at a fight almost finished they were just ingrained in his movement. It was becoming more and more apparent he may have to do the unthinkable to shut the place down, or at least stall its thunder. He’d thought about it more than once. The world didn’t need a reason to make Weres any more of a target than they already were.  If Gallo kept winning, the bullseye would keep getting bigger. If the world thought nobody could stop a Were, none of his kind would be safe. He would either have to take the place down, or stop the Were.

 

It was beginning to look like he’d have to do both.

 

Eyes were now casually studying everything as he made his way out. Memorizing. Movement. Checkpoints. Uniformed. Non-uniformed. Flow. Entrances. Exits. The map in his head was becoming complete.

 

Sliding his coat on, he paused a moment to survey the place again as it was buttoned. Scarf wrapped neatly around his neck, gloves, keys.  He really wanted to melt into places that were off limits, watching the monitor in the main hall to see the match almost come to an end. Messy. Fighting was messy. People were really caught up in this craziness. If they were distracted, he might have  a peek at the underbelly of this place...

[Keeley Saunders]

The crowd gave a wild cheer as the elemental mage threw an energy blast that saved his neck. Kirren was putting on a good show, but the inevitable winner seemed likely to be Moren. At least that was what Keeley had determined. Just from simply observing Kirren’s movements now she could tell that his stamina was waning while Moren just kept coming. There was a general ‘ooh’ as Kirren took a hit to the ribs that made him stumble, and she cringed just watching the pain that crossed his face. The view from the stadium box courtesy of Diana’s newest sweetheart couldn’t be beat. Of course, the cost would’ve been outrageous if not for Angelica, the sweetheart, coming from a wealthy family.

 

Absently she fidgeted with the straw in her drink.

 

“Keels, relax. Let yourself have a little fun.”

 

Diana’s voice made her glance away from the ring to where the woman sat playing with Angelica’s hair. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she offered a brief smile before her brown eyes shifted to watch the fight again.

 

Keeley did feel out-of-sorts tonight. Definitely outside of her comfort zone. Not that she wasn’t capable of looking nice or that she wouldn’t attend such a venue; the issue was more the upscale surroundings and formality of it all. She’d have preferred to be sitting at the bar in the club watching it on the television while wearing something more casual chic. Instead tonight she was wearing a strapless red cocktail dress with a ‘V’ dip neckline that showed off a great deal of cleavage with fabric that clung to every curve of her body before stopping above the knee. To complement the dress she wore minimal jewelry: a pair of silver dangle pearl-drop earrings and a three-strand pearl bracelet with a silver diamond clasp. A glance down at the matching cross-strapped, round-toe chunky pumps with their stiletto heel that added at least four inches onto her height of 5’6” made her sigh. Generally she tried to wear low heels or flats to draw attention away from her natural height. Shining, soft black hair was left hanging free to mid-back and surround her face which was done in a rather elegant make-up courtesy of Diana herself.

 

In the ring, Kirren took another shot to the ribs and Keeley rose from her seat.

 

”If you two will excuse me, I’ve got to. . .”

 

It quickly became obvious that neither Diana nor Angelica were paying any attention to her. Or the fight for that matter. Honestly, that was more the reason for why she found it hard to enjoy the evening. Being a third wheel put a damper on the pleasure to be found in wearing a fancy dress and drinking expensive drinks. Diana had insisted that she come along tonight though Keeley hadn’t a clue why. Deciding to give them a little privacy, and avoid having to watch them grope each other, she made her way in the direction of Bakkhos Minor. Though with the crowd between the floor she was on and the club it was going to take a little bit.

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[ooc notes: dress front, dress back, shoes, & make-up]

[Thomas Gallo]

Tom noted Kai's demeanor and Tom was barely able to stifle a growl. Kai was going to be a problem. He could smell it around him and see his eyes. Tom couldn't be certain what...however he knew his path would cross with Kai's again. It wouldn't be pretty. 

 

As Kai was leaving, Tom caught sight of a cocktail dress approaching the bar. Was bartending always so...eventful? Or was he just lucky? He shot a glance at Matteo. He'd have to ask him how long their bartenders took breaks for. 

 

Looking at the tv, the blaster was fading. It was a matter of time before the meat-mountain claimed victory. 

 

Glancing up at the woman as she got closer to the bar, he smiled. "Can I get you anything?"