Bailey Quinn Calinao

"Just a bit boring, but then again, boys wanted them free of women aside from the dancing ones," he said and then shook his head at her question, not needing to go into any details of himself. He'd let his hair long enough currently to cover his ears from prying eyes. "Bailey sounds more like a good old Baileys to me," he joked, though he himself not the biggest fan of the sweet drink. "And trust me, once you've spent more than a month here there's nothing new that can be happening to you. Enjoying the town and our few bars?"

“Oh, so you like Baileys?”  The vampire asked with a raised brow and a devious smirk across her lips.  “Is that so?  Sounds awfully boring.  Why would anyone choose to remain in a place with nothing new taking place?”  Bailey lifted her shoulders up in a shrug, really unsure what she was doing lately in town.  It was supposed to be a short trip, visiting her sire and meeting his beau.  But things went sideways and now, she remained.  “The town does have its own charm, I suppose.  And yes, I do enjoy the bars and clubs.”

"Nothing, just thought that half a year of sobriety is enough, don't you think so?" the witch grinned as she looped her arm around Bailey's elbow as they had often done when she had gotten too drunk before the new year when they had hung out more. She felt like she had had a drought of contact with people since starting the job four months ago, focusing too much on the numbers and also trying to stay in the loop with her family and watching after Yellow most of the days now as she didn't want to bother Tony with the pup.

Bailey nodded, “I would say yes. Damn, why so long?” The vampire questioned. For her, it was a foreign notion to go sober. What was the point with immortality? “What kind of drinks are you wanting to get?”

"A club sounds fun!" Oreo interjected, "Yeah, the forest does seem scary. I usually try to avoid it," they gave a nervous chuckle and folded the towel they'd been wiping the counter with as idle fidgeting, "Dog park could be fun too. My brother has, loike, so many dogs, but I can't manage all of them so I couldn't go with them alone. Do you like to dance? If you're up for it, maybe we could try out a club seeing as we're both still figuring this place out?"

“Perhaps we can go to one soon,” she offered.  As they discussed the forest, Bailey was more intrigued than scared of the place.  Some part of her wanted to do an adventure with someone out there, but everyone she spoke to seemed concerned about going missing.  “Wow, how many?”  She inquired curiously.  Although she liked dogs, she could never be responsible enough to own any animals.  A smile formed, “yeah.  I like to dance,” she shrugged trying to play it off.  “Sure, that could be fun.  Lemme know when you’re available.”

The bite itself not being all that bad, the most nerve wracking part turned out to be how wiggly she was while seated on his lap. Entirely against his own will, he felt himself harden slightly purely because he had an attractive woman wiggling on his lap, leaning against him in an intimate way and he felt himself flush deeply as he hoped that she didn't feel it or notice it and then he got so into his head about whether or not he should apologize for it happening, not knowing if it was normal or not normal that by the time she stopped feeding from his neck he barely even noticed until she was suddenly in front of his face again, asking him a question.

The vampire enjoyed every delightful moment between the two of them, despite the little twinge of guilt knowing this was the first time for the other and he actually appeared to be a decent man…not many of those around.  Yet, she could not help but tease and move against him causing his arousal in his pants.  There was a part of her that wanted to ease his suffering, help him in his time of need.  However, she doubted he was the type to go for a one night stand.  He was just here to help the vampires, a noble cause.

Getting ready for a night out had become a bit foreign for the little witch, but she was nonetheless as ready as ever to do so. With her birthday coming in a week she wanted to do something for it from now. She even invaded her sister’s closet for something that would be more party-like than her usual jeans or skirt with long tops over them. She had changed her at home and had a quick bite with her sister, then texted Bailey to let her know that she was heading towards the club. Another face she felt like she hadn't seen in ages, the new job equally boring (some of the time) and time consuming, eating away at her usually entirely free schedule.

The text came through and Bailey sent a message saying she would be running somewhat late.  It was a common move that she did, not getting ready until she knew people were on the way to whatever agreed upon destination.

"Sure you can," he said as he took the pack from his back pocket and then waited for her to bite on the cigarette to also use his lighter to light it for her. He nodded a her words, letting the smile on his lips grow. "Really? I've been to a few parties and I'm sure I haven't seen you there," he said, though he did understand it was mostly a metaphor. "Aiden, not really anyone special. And who are you, Miss Party Starter?"

A devious smirk formed as he plucked one of the cancer sticks from the package and handed it to her along with the lighter.  Placing the cigarette between her plump lips, she lit it and handed the lighter back.  “Clearly, they must have been boring parties.”  She stated.  Bailey shrugged.  “No one special huh?”  Why did she not believe that?  It seemed everyone in town had something going on or taking place in their lives.  “Bailey, though a lot of people just call me Bay.  Still rather new to town, but I guess I've been here long enough to know the place somewhat decently.”

@bailey-calinao

Lately, when Jean Claude was busy mending his broken heart Bailey could be found at one of the local clubs in need of a dance and a willing donor.  In a pair of black stilettos and a tight forming dress, she approached the club to see a handsome man with a cigarette between his fingers.  “You’re fine,” she smirked.  “May I bum a cigarette?”  She asked curiously.  It had been awhile since she smoked.  With dead lungs, it didn’t give the same effect, but the handsome stranger caught her attention.  “Oh, I am never late.  The party doesn’t start until I arrive,” she responded cockily.  “So,” her honey colored eyes looking up and down the man.  “Who are you in this town?”

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t pay attention to any menus specialized for other species but I am sure there are.” Amy admitted, it felt very unlike her friend Natsuki to overlook any of the residents in what her restaurant has to offer. She giggled then, very light-heartedly. “I am unsure how old you are but this is no longer the last century. It will be fine. Although I can’t say that class difference no longer exists, it’s definitely not as severe anymore. At least in comparison to how it was before and at least not in this town. No one will kick me out for bringing you in. There is no reason to.” She reassured, hopefully enough to ease Bailey into it. If the vampiress was just overall uncomfortable with the whole idea, Amy wouldn’t keep insisting on it. 

“It isn’t a huge deal, I am able to eat and indulge in human food here and there as long as it isn’t everyday.”  As a vampire, that seemed to be rare.  It wasn’t as if Bailey could do it everyday or she would get sick.  But, this was a one off if they didn’t have blood infused dishes.  “Not all that old,” she mentioned. Still, she grew up on the streets of LA and was not exactly posh.  The vampire had rough edges around her and was still iffy at the idea of joining her friend.  Last thing she wanted to do was taint Amy’s reputation at the club.

“Well isn’t someone full of himself,” the vampire smirked, loving the self confidence displayed.  There was a lot of what he said in the vampire community, many vampires creating progeny then leaving them.  Thankfully, Jean Claude saw something in her after he turned her that created a small family.  The two traveled for years together before going their separate ways, but they always wrote to one another to maintain that familial intimacy.  “A lot of vamps just tend to make others and ditch them, but we’re family.”  Lying there staring up, she actually felt at peace for a few moments.  “I guess, I am not sure if I am helping or not.  He wanted me to meet his lover, I am skeptical because he is a human but I am also trying not to think of all the worst case scenarios.

"Not at all, not at all!" he denied though it really depended on the day. And with this much alcohol in him he felt pretty invincible. He listened and nodded a bit absentmindedly but still hearing what she was saying. For him the intertwined relationship between the different species was always interesting and made you wonder what other undiscovered things for humanity there might be out there. "I thought you guys didn't like mixing with humans too much? Or is that a myth," he grinned as he turned to face her again, continuing the dance to unheard music with his foot still on the ground.

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Bailey rolled her eyes at her friend, before they headed inside and checked out the busboy.  The man certainly had an appeal and Bailey was here for it.  “Be careful with what?”  She asked, although she knew what Willow was saying.  She just enjoyed playing around with her friend.  “No shit, but I don’t know if they serve blood as a side or what.  Don’t get me wrong, unlike my maker I can actually eat human food.  It just tastes better with blood.”  Bailey commented.  As she searched the menu, she debated on what to get.  A nice burger, rare with all fixings, sounded really good.  It had been awhile.  Then again, nachos sounded great.  “So, how big are the portions?  We can share a thing of nachos then maybe some dessert,” she suggested as she licked her lips and her eyes went back to the busboy.

"Maybe they are," Oreo returned brightly, "I'm still learning a lot about fae myself, even if I am one," they laughed as they passed the finished drink over to her. "I think I am, not sure how anyone really handles it well, I mean, I really didn't when I first found out but I think I'm alright about it now."

“It does seem like a lot of information being thrown at you, not sure what I would have done with JC’s guidance when I became a vampire.  But at least you have someone to help.”

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Once they reached the restaurant, Bailey turned towards her.  “It felt like ages,” she commented playfully.  “Who said I was wearing panties?”  The vampire smirked as she walked right past her friend to walk inside.  “Oh, if he knows what is good for him, he will come out with us.  Okay, that sounded a bit more threatening than I intended.”  At times, Bailey would speak before thinking her words through.  Bailey led them towards the back corner so they could have some privacy and talk about whatever they wanted without the judgment of the rest of the patrons of the establishment.  “Alright, so what do they have here that’s good?”

Jeremy didn't know what he was expecting but he could feel everything as if it were amplified as he held his eyes shut. He could feel the weight of her body shift, pressure over his chest from the cool palm of her hand, able to feel the difference of temperature through the layer of his shirt. He could smell her fragrance as she leaned in closer and he had to remind himself to keep breathing as the cold tip of her tongue licked out against the side of his neck. His heart rate surged at the bite and he was incredibly aware of every millimeter of her fangs that pierced through his skin. His hands had curled into fists where they rested on the arm rests of the lounge chair and his eyes squeezed even tighter until white pinpricks could be seen behind his lids.

The moment she could feel the warmth of her blood on her lips, she closed her eyes and started slowly sucking along the puncture wounds.  Jeremy tasted good, not the best she had ever had but she figured that was because he was a werewolf.  On his lap, she moved here and there trying to find a comfortable position since he was much taller than her and she had straightened her back and leaned up towards him to reach his neck.

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“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” she commented with a shrug.  Truth of the matter was that she didn’t care much if it didn’t pertain to her or the two of them having fun.  She showed interest only because she thought there might be some fun juicy story to unfold, but it ended up being dull in her views.

" Doesn't living forever get a bit lonesome as well as boring after a while?" Sure eternal life had its perks but Noelle also saw the other side of it, forever was quite a lot when the years started to pile on. " I wasn't a vampire originally, I was a witch so you can see why I didn't take kindly to my current situation, it was a lot to take in at first."

“Wouldn’t know, I am like forty something years old.  Haven’t really been a vampire that long.”  Bailey commented, still not really getting the issue of being a vampire was.  Yet, when he continued she supposed she could understand losing his witch powers, but then again he did gain so much.  “Don’t you have vampire powers?”  She inquired curiously.

Amy laughed good-naturedly, waving a hand for Bailey to just forget about it. “I ramble a little, please don’t mind me. This is magic anyway, a very unstable, broad topic. No one is all-knowing about it, even if they finished the highest studies at any supernatural university in the world with flying colors. So you can always expect magic to keep surprising you.” She hummed then, pressing her red lips into a tight line. “We’ve… had a few of those. But as I said, the mists tend to get people… lost. Some of them have never been found again.” It was a little comical to talk about it - after all, the idea of the experiment getting the better of a mad scientist was somewhat humorous but it still ended up being a tragic missing person case. 

There was a simple nod, Bailey understood the dangers of the mists.  However, how would anyone learn more without taking some risks?  Science after all is theorizing and doing experiments, but Bailey was not going to continue on the subject that meant so little to her.  “I shall have to take your word on it,” she simply commented, ending this part of the discussion.

“Oh that prosecco was strong, wasn’t it? I wonder what they do to it to get even your kind tipsy! I've heard you got trouble with that!” Minho wondered out loud, not really expecting an answer. The only perk he had when it came to drinking due to being a fae was that sugar didn’t make the effect of alcohol worse - quite the opposite, it was refreshing and sobered him up early, preventing a hangover the next day. And drinking hard liquor was absolutely a no-go. If too purely distilled, then a few shots would very likely give Minho poisoning. It was just one of those things Minho absolutely had to make his server aware of, almost like allergies or dietary restrictions with severe consequences if ignored. 

“No clue, but whatever it is I greatly appreciate it.  I do not believe I have been this tipsy in ages,” she responded with a crooked smirk.  The vampire was captivated by Greywood, how it catered to each different species and how a beautiful community was created.  No wonder her sire found the endearing town enchanting.  Now, she could test her limits with drinks and food and find a nice balance without harming others…although that part seemed rather boring to her.