Maneater

Perfect time to practice!

Well if that doesn't work out for you, you can always stop by my place. First thing I did when I got in the door was take a hot shower, and it was heaven. 

My hair disagrees. If it didn't bring the humidity with it, I'd be grateful. 

Casey yelped then the man fell down, his hand yanking her arm before letting go. Her entire arm throbbed with a dull pain. And to her surprise Kendra had saved her and had the man on his stomach unable to move. Kendra was secretly a ninja! Stepping away from the scene she rubbed her shoulder as she watched the big bouncer grab then toss the man towards the door easily. A bkush crept into Casey’s cheeks when Kendra came to her, “Just sore…” Moves to show off her already purpling bicep, “I guess you didn’t need my help…”

Kendra felt the urge to tell her that if it had been just a normal man, he would have been hurting, but explaining that he had been a demon probably wouldn't help the situation so she said instead, "It probably had something to do with the alcohol. Or maybe he was on something. Who knows. I do know that if I ever get into a fight with someone, I want you in my corner." She grinned. "You're right, I let him catch me off guard. I might be a little out of practice. I wouldn't mind going to the gym with you." Even as a werewolf, it never hurt to be prepared for hand to hand fighting. Plus sparring with a partner might be fun. Her smile brightened further at the girl's offer. "I should be buying you a drink," she said, looking pointedly her arm. "But since you've got me beat in the drink challenge, I'll let you. And make mine a Dr. Pepper too. I've had enough alcohol for the night."

I really don’t knit anymore, but I can knit a mad blanket if I had to. Who knows. Maybe I’ll knit one for my future kids. *chuckles* You do that. In fact, I’ll start working on it right now. Promise to not get any grease on it too. *small smile* There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s perfect. Too good for me. She has, but you know- its hard to read people. Better just set your heart aside and focus on how things are. Not how things could be. Anytime you want! *blushing intensifies* Oh, *shifts in his seat* I always like company when I’m working and you’ll love it. I can show you whats under my hood… of my car! The engine of my car! Oh man, I’m really putting my foot in my mouth, ain’t I? 

I'm sure they'll love that, and I don't know, the grease stains might give it character. -frowns- That's hard to imagine. You seem like a great guy. Do you.. love her? Your eyes just lit up as you talked about her. Obviously she's someone very special to you. You don't like that idea? Fine, I'll think of something else to do up there. I wouldn't mind that. -laughs- Yes, but you're cute while you're doing it so it's allowed.

Casey's boldness surprised her, but the feeling was quickly replaced with one of dread. The man's attention was now fully on Casey, and while on a normal night Kendra would have been happy for the distraction, she didn't want to see the younger girl get hurt. Not for her, not when she was a wolf and could ultimately take care of herself. She stepped forward from the wall, preparing to step back in, when Casey hauled off and punched him. A flicker of a proud smile crossed Kendra's face before she realized that something was wrong. The other woman was clutching at her hand, and between the scent of anger and alcohol filling her senses, there was something else. Sulfer. The liquor had been masking the fact that he was a demon. How stupid of her not to notice, she cursed herself.

On a sunday, yes. Fridays are our most busy night.

Even so, it's better than spending my night off at the Sin. 

Longer than I would like.

No offense, but this place looks like it could use some excitement. Is it always this quiet in here?

Kendra smirked after the girl, silently enjoying her attitude - even if it was put on. She was going to go far in the Sin if she stuck around long enough. The night continued on, but like usual, the later it got, the more slurred the patrons became. Unfortunately copious amounts of alcohol paired with scantily clad women made the men's hands wander and reach for places they shouldn't. Kendra could let a few grabs at her ass as she passed by slide. In the grand schemes, it was relatively harmless, but it was the pushy sons of bitches that flared her temper and awoke the predator in her. She'd been a victim for too long before her change, and she wasn't going to stand by and let some drunk stranger think he was entitled to touching her chest - and that's exactly what the bastard who'd bought her a drink earlier was thinking he had earned.

What can I get you?

I'll take a shot of Jameson, please.  Long night?

"At least mine can actually be considered a dress," She replied, a small smile tugging at her lips at Casey's jab. She liked her spirit. "Ever heard of leaving something to the imagination? Just because we take it all off up there doesn't mean we can't make them wonder out here on the floor." Kendra could see some of the girl's sweet personality just under the surface. Because of this, her own hazel eyes remained soft despite the coolness of her words. "I'll drink to that," she replied, raising the shot that she had in her hand from the last guy to her lips. Tossing back the drink, she dropped her empty glass on the counter top and let her eyes drift down the line, looking for her next victim.

Teasing the Bonds || Casey and Kendra

Saturday competitions were always one of Kendra's favorite activities to participate in at the Sin. It was fun to bat her eyelashes and flirt to get drinks from guys who were totally none-the-wiser to the challenge going on right under their noses. After her earlier performance, she'd thrown on a tight black cocktail dress with various cut outs along the waist and plunging v's in both the back and the front. Her curls fell around her shoulders, and although they were a little tousled from being on the pole, she didn't think they hurt the look. She was walking the floor when she spotted her blonde co-worker a few paces away, dressed to the nines in a sheer number that turned heads.

Haven’t you heard the ‘calm before the storm?’

Then if I were you, I'd enjoy it while it lasts. Is there a kind of storm in particular you're bracing for, Officer?

*widen grin* I’m not joking. One thing I learned from my mamó is how to do the Charleston. That and knit, but I doubt my knitting skills would impress anyone. *chuckles* I wonder why I’m still single then. Well, I just want one girl to be impress by my dancing, but seems like she’s not that interested. I could teach you if you like. It’s real easy and heck, you could even add it to your routine if you like. Thanks. I’ll owe you one. Well, I sometimes eat a whole pint of ice cream in one seating and I may or may not steal the mustard packets from the burger place down my street. In other words, nope. Not always. *laughs* I can have fun. This place is just way out of my element. Now if we were in my garage and working on an engine. You’d met a different man. *smiles* Well, I’d be lying if I said you’re not the reason why I’m still here. You’re good company, Kendra.

That's sweet. -grins and raises eyebrows at knitting comment- Huh. I never would have pegged you for a knitter. Mechanic suits you more, I think. But good to know I can come to you if I need a sweater this winter. -tilts head curiously- Well, what's her problem? Has she seen your moves? -laughs- Ooo, now there's a suggestion. I think it'd be a nice change up to what I do now. Maybe I'll be the first stripper to do a topless Charleston. When can we start? Wow, you're such a badboy. I'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. -teases gently then smirks- I'm sure its fun to watch you in action in your domain. As are you, you've made my night. You should start coming in here more often. I'll bribe you with wings if I have to. Of course, I'll do whatever necessary to protect your reputation in the eyes of your Momma. -laughs and inspects face- I think it's expected with those. No, I think you're good except for that sauce in your eyebrow. Kidding. Still... That line of thinking isn't the norm. Not in here anyway. This is what I do for a living. You could be as blunt as you wanted to be and I'd still have probably heard worse. Maybe I like dirty talk. -smiles at his anxiousness- I'd say there's only one way to find out, but that wouldn't really be true. But you can't end your first trip to the strip club without seeing someone strip, even if it's not me.