Whiskey In the Jar [Julias]

[RuetheDay]

Night Life in Colleger wasn't half bad, students, residents and the ever so suave vampires flocked the Bite Cafe, the bar stools were for once full. Whatever the occasion was, it was a bit one, the joint was crowded. Rue was truly glad she was off shift, this was one hell of a night and with her luck she would get in on one hell of an orgy. So there she waited.

Long blood red hair draped down her back, a frilled head band separated it from side swept bangs adding even more mystery and intrigue to perfect, sliver, almond shaped bedroom eyes. **** me red lips and perfect pale feature, large breasts and perfect curves, sensual and so very willing, Rue was the perfect catch. And everyone knew it.

In her favourite little skimpy maid costume, corset and fishnets stockings she she sat on the the bar, waiting, just waiting. She took a swig of a bottle of Heineken, her third and still wasn't quite drunk yet. She watched the possible victims wander by still searching for something worth catching. She wasn't in the mood for a challenge. She wanted something easy. Something uber innocent too. Hm. But where would she find something like that?

Scanning the bar, she came across a familiar face. Would you look at that. What's the new kid doing in a place like this? Oh, joy. Must you rape someone every weekend? Of course.

[Julias]

Landon sat at the bar of the Bite Cafe, he sat cradling some drink the bartender had made him. He had talked to her for a minute and convinced her he was old enough, she was a nice enough girl. His eyes wandered around the room, it was full of students from the school, most of them he didnt know. The smells from everyone had killed his senses so he was blind in a place like this, he was fine with that though. He didnt need them here, his eyes went down the bar when he noticed Rue sitting on the bar looking down at him. He looked away, his eyes darted around quickly. He knew she was going to come say hello as soon as she had noticed him, he knew he wouldnt be able to get away fast enough. He sighed a heavy sigh and sat there, he took a long drink and cringed at the taste. It tasted like a nasty syrup, he stuck out his tongue at the after taste and set down the empty glass.


He had never drank before this, not living in the human world for too long had left him without knowing to much of anything about their culture. The bartender came by and gave him a wink as she grabbed his glass and refilled it, he was about to object. But she had set down his glass and was off again to help other customers, he sighed and took another drink. He figured he was going to need it at some point, he was already starting to feel the effects of the drink, a light feathery feeling came over him. He figured if he drank enough he would end up being loopy like some of the others he was watching in the room, they seemed happy and carefree.


He wanted to be like that, he took another long drink and coughed this time after it had went down. A warmth started to creep around his stomach, he liked the feeling as he sat there. His eyes went back to Rue still on the bar top,'Maybe she wont say anything to me.' he knew that wasn't the case. He dipped his head lower and stared into his drink, contemplating on having something different.

[RuetheDay]

"Well, well, well..." Rue slid herself over to where Landon had been seated. "A familiar face I see. Hello, hello." Sliding of the counter, she tossed her red hair before settling her almost fully exposed ass onto the opposite bar stool as she finished off her last, drink, tossing back her shot, it was quickly returned with a refill. Straight vodka. Just how she liked it.

"Landon, Landon, Landon" She continued, her smooth bedroom voice working its magic, the British accent gave it the foreign flair that wooed over so many an unfortunate soul. "I always saw you as more of a straight lace..." As she moved from her provocative pose on the bar stool to climb into his lap, wrapping her arms around hi neck with a deviously seductive smile she finished. "Perhaps, was I wrong?"

With that, she pulled him into an in depth kiss, kissing deeply and passionately, feeling him up thoroughly, running her fingers over any bit of exposed skin, skimming across it with her fingers with the lightness of a feather, sending shivers up the other's body. Shoving in closer, her lower half pressed against his, before at long last pulling away. Its not like he could say no, even if he did, she'd get her way one way or another and by how drunk he was; she was even more likely to score.

Not that it was a big accomplishment. No one denied a night with Rue. And those who did regret it.