Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:05:58 PM)
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Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:06:43 PM)
The white haired biker sat on the porch as he usually seemed to be doing, his eyes closed and a lit cig hanging from his lips, smoke trailing on a lazy breeze
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:07:24 PM)
*her truck pulls up and parks in the spot she usually chooses, she turns the truck off and hops out, jeans, tee, sneakers...and a lot of eye make-up...and lipstick for once....not anything she's ever worn that he's seen before*
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:08:39 PM)
*she shuts the driver's side door a little harder than she probably needs to*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:09:09 PM)
Hearing the sound of the truck pull up he kept his eyes closed, waiting until he heard the crunch of her footsteps coming towards the porch, finally openning his eyes and looking to her, giving her a smile, "Good evenig miss, welcome to the Wolf..."
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:09:41 PM)
Thanks, BC. *she walks up onto the porch before she stops*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:10:48 PM)
He blinks and archs a brow, tilting his head slightly, "Oh! Elise, thought you looked familiar..." he chuckles as he stands openning the door for her, "Didn't recognize you all dolled up, got a date tonight or were you working on the makeup for the wedding?"
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:11:07 PM)
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Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:11:39 PM)
I -had- a date. *she shrugs a bit, with a small sigh* Do you mind if I take a seat?
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:12:13 PM)
He shakes his head, "No of course not.. inside or out? And what do you mean by 'had'?" he said holding the door to the bar, arching a brow slightly
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:13:13 PM)
Inside if you don't mind. I know it's not Sunday but I have money to spend. And I mean -had- ...but had as in I got stood up. *she walks inside the bar without waiting for any more invitation*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:14:09 PM)
He clicks his teeth slightly as she passed by, "Oh boy... was there any reason given?" he said as he entered in behind her, moving back behind the bar and taking a seat. Pulling up an ash tray for himself.
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:15:30 PM)
*she takes a seat at the bar* Batman had to go fight crime or some shit. *she frowns, resting her elbows on the edge of the bar*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:16:19 PM)
His brow raised slightly, "Well... are you pissed about that?"
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:17:33 PM)
*she looks at him, rather simply* Yeah. *blinking a couple of times before giving a shrug* So can I have some whiskey? Please?
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:18:57 PM)
He thought for a good moment, "Well sure darlin... I can do that..." he pushed away from the bar and moved over to grab a glass out of the cooler, grab some ice and pour the delicious liquid into a glass, "is there something you would like to do to relieve that anger?"
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:20:16 PM)
*she shakes her head a little* The drink should do for now, I think. Thanks. *she digs in her jeans pocket and puts some cash down on the bar for it before picking up the glass and taking a swallow*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:20:57 PM)
He smirks, "Alright... if that's how you want it... though if you're up for talking about it, I've got two ears..." he chuckles
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:21:49 PM)
*there were steps heared from outside their door. A scratching sound fidgetted with the handle on the door. Once she'd figured that out, the voluptuous, Feral Rose entered. Her eyes darted to the bar, then to Elise waiting for an order. She shifted some, moving behind the counter into the Kitchen... hiding.*
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:21:53 PM)
*she clicks her tongue, agitated, thunking the glass down enough that the liquid swishes up the side of the cup, she looks at him, the smallest smile in repsonse before she gets out her vibrating cell phone and checks the message, shaking her head*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:23:40 PM)
His eyes trail to the phone, thinking for a moment, but catchs the motion of Lobo heading into the kitchen, "Going to hide back there Lobo? Something up?"
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:23:58 PM)
*she punches in a message and shuts the phone, putting it down beside her drink, taking the glass up again*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:24:26 PM)
He looks back to Elise, wondering if he should say something.... the awkward silence setting in a bit.
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:25:42 PM)
s'not gonna tell, s'not Lobo here, kay? *She called back, her voice quivering with either excitement or aggitation... probably both with a hefty dose of stress.*
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:26:00 PM)
*she has a good drink and then types into her phone again after another incoming message*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:26:51 PM)
He arched a brow as he looked over towards the kitchen again, pulling out the bottle of whiskey and setting it down in front of Elise, "If you need anything doll just call... I'll be right back..." he stands and heads back to the kitchen frowning slightly, "something up?"
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:27:01 PM)
*she nods*
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:28:30 PM)
No. n'why choo tink shometing up? *She glanced at him, her English slowly improving but still was laiden with a strong, foreign accent. She glanced at him, a drawer in the counter half open with sacks of potatoes inside riffled through.*
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:29:09 PM)
*she keeps texting, and drinking, minding her own business, a frown on her face*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:29:38 PM)
He arched a brow, "For one the tone in your voice... .second your rummaging through a potato sack... trying to find the prize inside? Cause there isn't one..."
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:32:17 PM)
*she polishes off her drink, putting the glass down, fishing out an ice cube or two with her fingers and popping them into her mouth before she gets out more money, leaving it by the rest on the bar....enough for the drink, the bottle, and some for BC too...she gets up, snagging the bottle before heading out to her truck, drinking right from the bottle on the way*
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:32:18 PM)
*She gave him a look, pulling out a potato in mud caked fingers and taking a crunchy, starchy bite. Oh yes... this is how taters SHOULD be. None of that salty, fried crap he tried to serve her later. Lobo... rose, kicking the drawer shut with a bare, muddy foot, and turned to Bad Company. She gave him an aggiated growl, snapping her bare teeth in his direction. Perhaps trying to cause something.* n'choo won't know... n'choo ish human mind. s'leave Loco to root, s'hungry.
Elise Wagner (Nov 5, 2010 10:32:41 PM)
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Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:35:05 PM)
He frowns at her, "First off, don't go snapping fangs at me... if you think I haven't moved around in the wilderness enough to know, then you've got another thing coming. Also, if you were hungry let be know before you go rummaging through places... after all this isn't my territory... I just live here... and it isn't yours neither..."
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:38:12 PM)
*She licked her lips, a half eaten potato in hand. She let it drop with a smear of mud caking the outside of the russet red skin. Loco moved around BC, bumping his arm with her narrow shoulder. thank heavens the bar was empty currently, Loco slipped down to trot for the door. He was right, this wasn't her territory, perhaps that was shame there in her slow, oily motions.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:40:07 PM)
"Hey now... that doesn't mean you can't stay... I have been given leave to stay..." he called out, moving over and picking up the potato, washing it off in the sink. Coming back around the bar and following her, the half-eaten potato still in hand, "Kjrsta won't mind if you stay.... at least finish what you've been eating... never thought a wolf-born would let something go to waste...."
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:41:55 PM)
*She glanced at the potato, turned around and reaching for it.* s'goesh to burry it, then. *Loco nodded, understanding the rudimentary forms of agriculture.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:43:10 PM)
He chuckles, "Well at least stay for a bit... hell even finish it if you wish... I have to clean up some of the prints you made in the bar..." he said with a slight smile, moving over to a closet and pulling out a wheeled bucket and mop, moving to the back to fill it up.
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:44:36 PM)
*She gave him another puzzled look before her eyes drew down to her toes. by now dry and dusty but no less leaving that minute 61/2 print all along the walkways.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:46:35 PM)
Carefully moping up the areas that she had left full mud in, eventually working his way to the front door, then motioning for her to take a seat on one of the chairs at the bar, "I'll wash your feet..."
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:49:42 PM)
*loco darted away from Bad Company's touch, leaving a dusty, and barely preceptable trail behind her now.* s'fine... i'get it.
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:51:02 PM)
He archs a brow at her, "Hey now... I can understand not wanting to be touched... but its a way to show respect for someone's territory..." he sets a wash cloth down next to her at the bar, "I'll be back, gotta clean up some of the potatoes that got a bit dirty."
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 10:53:37 PM)
*He chased her up to the stool, and there she curled up on it. Her chance to escape will come, and go, and he'll still find her there, shrugging down with her hands in her lap.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 10:57:56 PM)
Returning from the backroom he watched her carefully, moving closer he sniffed her gently, then withdrew a bit, "Still haven't washed..." he grabbed the towel off of the bar and watched her carefully for a moment, thinking for a moment before he threw the towel back onto the bartop and shifted down to lupus. That sleek silver form taking a seat on the floor, watching her with those pale eyes.
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:01:10 PM)
He seemed to be waiting, as an older sibling would watch a younger, caring, kind, and expectent for her to make her move.
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:02:50 PM)
*Loco paused a moment, giving him a glance out of the side of her vision. Immediately following, Loco lept to the floor, to her four legs, and took on the Lupus shape. That rugged auburn red of her belly fading into warm chocolate on her bronze back. A feather gris gris hung just behind her triangular ear, crow's feathers sticking out slightly.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:05:53 PM)
He moved around her carefully, those pale eyes looking over her not with disgust or pride... just assessing her image, occasionally he would lap at a portion of dust, grooming her as if she were a younger sister, born not of the same litter. After finishing he nodded approvingly, ~ws~ "Treat other's territory with respect.... Gaia ask this of us..." he chuffed lightly, moving over towards the door, his tail swaying gently as if to get her to follow a bit.
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:08:07 PM)
*Loco shook out her mane, then with toenails skidding accross the floor with unspent momentum she followed him. Her maw opened to crave his ear, snapping shut well away from the delicate sensory piece.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:12:57 PM)
He skipped a bit away from her, bouncing up onto his back paws and yipping playfully at her, dashing for the open door and leaping from the porch to the gravel below so land with a puff of dust from each paw and take towards the grass. Tucking his legs up under him he dove and rolled through the grass, flopping all over the place on his back.
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:14:13 PM)
*She skidded to a hault on the porch now, then took things a few steps at a time before running after him. It seemed aggressive to the viewer but to Bad Company, she only reached for his thick skin in her jaws, the growls becoming playful in the darkening woods.8
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:18:02 PM)
He hurrs right back and flips over trying to get her off of him, finally throwing her off and jumps onto her back, biting her mane's thick skin and dragging her down under his paltry weight.
Kjrsta Wulf (Nov 5, 2010 11:19:11 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:22:26 PM)
*Portly, was more like it. Loco lay on her side now, her neck bending to the side to snap at his flanks. The wolves having their scuffle in the gravel and the grass accross from the Gray Wolf. Those white teeth of hers, nearly invisible in the clump of hair she got ahold of, slathered. She even let her tail thud against the dirt vivatiously, this rare moment where she wasn't uptight.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:22:53 PM)
(partly*)
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:23:15 PM)
(portly means fat, I was taking advantage of your mispelling)
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:24:48 PM)
(I'm so confused... I was saying his weight was minor... not great... paltry....)
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:26:12 PM)
(And I called BC Fat.... Hey, this might explain it... YOUR MOM!!)
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:26:38 PM)
(.... my mom's dead....)
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:27:14 PM)
(Yeah, I can't come back and apologize to that one. At least not well enough. Sorry...)
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:27:25 PM)
(I should go to bed anyway, g'night everyone)
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:27:33 PM)
He huffs again as he headbutts her gently to get her to let go, then when she didn't he bit into her back leg to let her go, not hard of course, just to make her leg jolt
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:27:37 PM)
(I was kidding)
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:27:51 PM)
(mum's not dead... hell I talked to her today while I was grocery shopping)
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:28:01 PM)
(got a flight tonight or tom?)
Kjrsta Wulf (Nov 5, 2010 11:28:05 PM)
(Sorry I was just waiting to read a few posts before coming in. Heya TSW)
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:28:15 PM)
(yeah, sorta, eartly morning static)
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:28:35 PM)
(ew... aw well, get some sleep hun take it easy :) thanks for the rp )
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:29:16 PM)
(thank you, and hey Ky... sorry I'm gone so quick. I'll have monday off for leave, at least... I can play then)
Loco Lobo (Nov 5, 2010 11:29:21 PM)
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Kjrsta Wulf (Nov 5, 2010 11:31:24 PM)
*She stepped out onto the porch and raised an eyebrow as a black wolf goes loping off into the woods, then looks over at the silvery sillhouette of a wolf lying on the grass and spirts.*... Is it mating season?
Kjrsta Wulf (Nov 5, 2010 11:31:52 PM)
smirks^
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:36:17 PM)
He rolled over and huffed at her, suggesting that he would be the one to break the litany in such a manner. Huffing again and lifting his head up into the sky in mock indignant.
Kjrsta Wulf (Nov 5, 2010 11:36:22 PM)
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Misty Blue (Nov 5, 2010 11:37:04 PM)
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Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:37:35 PM)
He rolled over and huffed at her, suggesting that he would be the one to break the litany in such a manner. Huffing again and tilting his nose to the sky asw if he were fully insulted by that comment.
Misty Blue (Nov 5, 2010 11:40:29 PM)
*She steps off the porch and walks on over to him. Tonight was a daisy dukes night, black leather halter top and cowboy boots.*... What? You have something against wolf kin?
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:44:00 PM)
He huffed at her again, shaking his head at when she mentioned kin. Chuffing and pointing his paw at himself to suggest that she was like her.
Misty Blue (Nov 5, 2010 11:46:06 PM)
ah... true born... my bad. Its have to tell a wolf from a wolf you know? *She drops down on the grass next to him and glances up at the sky.*
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:47:04 PM)
He looks at her in his furry form, those pale silver eyes gently catching light every now and again, then finally looked up towards the sky, trying to see what she was looking at.
Misty Blue (Nov 5, 2010 11:51:02 PM)
*She was gazing up at the moon, its silvery luminescent glow reflecting in her icy-blue eyes. After a moment she glanced to him and smiled.* It been nice... having you around around. *Looks back up at the moon.* Ever since my father and brothers left three years ago its just been me here. I sometimes wonder what happened to them...
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:52:54 PM)
He looks over to her, just about damn sure what could've happened, instead of voicing those thoughts, he gently licked her on the cheek, hoping to keep her from getting down in the dumps
Misty Blue (Nov 5, 2010 11:54:13 PM)
Hey! *She smirks and shoves at him playfully.*... Remember, no licking, at least on in that form.
Bad Company (Nov 5, 2010 11:56:34 PM)
He gives her an apologetic look and just lays down on her lap, resting his head gently to try and comfort her, a soft whine escaping him.