* super freak !!

Tala watched Aya tease the stranger, unable to help but smirk faintly. She liked Aya, if only for her vivacious nature and sweet smile, and she didn’t want to leave Sunnybrooke without saying goodbye to the people she actually liked. She knew it was presumptuous to think that Aya thought of her at all, but it would make herself feel better.

“Hey you. Having fun with hapless passersby?” she asked with a faint grin as she approached.

Aya spots Tala and immediately her attention on the stranger is lost. She tosses the item back to them as an afterthought, not looking to see if it makes it back in their hands before she’s excitedly approaching Tala with a wide grin and an infectious giggle. “Oh, but of course. When aren’t I?” She spares a glance behind her, only to note that the individual had since left them alone.

The greatest part of being a vampire, Railene had realized, was never getting tired. As long as she was fed she was fine. It was perfect. No way in hell she would have been able to handle her job as bartender and working at the local auto shop in the town over. But now it was like a dream come true. Sunnybrooke wasn’t turning out to be so horrible after all. It was a good place to learn to control her thirst though. That was for sure. As she walked back into town her throat was on fire, demanding she feed. She rubbed at her eyes and looked at her watch, there wasn’t enough time to stop at home and get to the bar, she should have left town earlier. She sighed and made her way to the bar, she could eat there anyways. It was starting to get busy and she didn’t have the patience to put on a smile tonight. Ducking behind the bar she tied an apron around her waist and found the near customer, “Yeah, what can I get for ya?” 

“Just a vodka cranberry. Not feeling very exciting tonight.” She tries to give a small smile Railene’s way -- she feels bad for the girl but doesn’t want to intrude. Still, Aya leans closer some on the bar stool, very aware of the nearby male patron’s eyes burning holes in her back -- it fuels her with the energy to be more bold.

Stark chews down on his lower lip when he hears her speak the words. If he was human, his chin would surely be dripping in blood by now. Instead, the delicate pink flesh healed as quickly as he bit down.

“I’m sure you know the answer to that.” He murmurs with a smile as he eyes her up and down. He was most certainly imagining having sex with her now. What she would look like under him, if she could keep up with a vampire’s strength, what her blood would taste like.

Aya responds with a tilt of her head and a quirk of a brow, a smile dancing on her features dangerously. She’s been with other supernaturals before -- never ones as strong as a vampire before, so the experience itself would seem enticing based purely on the experience alone -- but she was built for this. To be an ideal partner. To get what she needed to survive. It just happened practice made perfect, too.

Stark listens to her words and slowly smiles. That explains why she is so alluring. Though knowing that didn’t stop him from feeling attracted to her. If anything, he was more intrigued than ever.

“Wow.” He murmurs before pondering it further. Did that mean she wanted to have sex? He quietly hoped so. Ever since he was arrested he too was desperate for some physical companionship. Being in Sunnybrooke wasn’t much better. He was terribly horny, pretty much all of the time.

“That’s… wow. Well, people in this town are cowards.” He decides with a nod. “Honestly, I’d be impressed if you managed to kill me.”

“Well, you know. People are afraid of what they don’t understand. The usual.” She replies with a shrug, but she can’t help a genuine smile and laugh at his reaction. It hadn’t necessarily been what she expected given peoples’ prior reactions to her abilities, but it was a welcome change.

“Oh?” She leans forward in her seat some, elbows on the table as she quirks a brow at him. “Does that mean you’re thinking about having sex with me?”

Aya’s words just intrigue him more, and he can’t help from leaning into the table to be closer to her. “Oh, you’d be surprised, sweetheart. There isn’t much that I am not up for.” He assures with a nod. “So come on, just tell me. Your wish is my command.”

Gus finishes his sip and places down the bottle. He turns to look back at the women who spoke to him and smiles. “Whiskey is good, but nothing beats the charm of a glass bottle of vodka… how about you? What do you do to cope with living in this shitpool?”

“Sex, mostly.” She answers bluntly without thought -- mostly because she was too far away to even care about playing coy to seduce. She registers what she says though and pauses, shrugging. “Or pretend things are better. Sometimes your mind can convince itself.”

He chuckles softly as she apologizes, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. This town makes me angry too.”

He leans in closer and listens to her explanation, his eyes trained on her face. He loved looking at all beautiful women, but this one was different. She was hypnotizing.

“Anything I can do to make you feel more like yourself?” He questions with a smile.

The question is innocent enough considering he doesn’t know what she does, and it makes her smile genuinely. Of course, the process of attaining energy was different with other supernatural beings than it was with humans in that their energy wasn’t completely absorbed -- rather, they reaped the benefits of the pleasure of being with a succubus without the downfall of the loss of energy. Still, though, despite how tempting the offer was, Aya couldn’t just prey on him when he had no idea what she was. Not when he had been so kind to her.

It was mid Saturday and Gus was bored. As the day became bright and sunny he decided it was good weather for some day drinking. He went into the first hole in the wall bar he could find, bought a bottle of Vodka and got to work.

He turned and noticed someone staring, but decided not to care.

She spots him enter the bar and watches him chug the bottle like it’s nothing, brows raised in surprise even as he turns to catch her staring. She’s never been shy and had he not been drinking, it would’ve been ideal to feed -- she had a strict rule about feeding on people who had been drinking, though, so she takes to questioning instead, the curiosity getting the better of her.

Usually he wouldn’t be caught dead in a coffee shop. Today, he was here to meet someone. That could wait, though, as he saw the mysterious girl he met a while back.

He spotted Aya and approached her with a smile despite her basically already telling him to leave. “Why so sad, beautiful?” He asks and sits across from her.

She feels guilty immediately upon seeing who it is and sighs, rubbing at her tired eyes with a hand. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you -- I thought you were this horribly loud girl who came up to me earlier.”

“You look absolutely disgusting,” Emma couldn’t help but say, after she was caught staring and the other called her out on it. She shook her head at Aya pityingly. “Whatever moisturizer you’re using is not doing you any favors, honey.” She took a sip from her travel mug, which didn’t have any actual coffee in it, but rather blood that was spiked with some pumpkin spice. She’d never had a pumpkin spice latte, but all the human girls were raving about it, so she thought she’d experiment. It wasn’t amazing, but it did add a little kick to the already somewhat bland bagged blood.

She’s exhausted and it’s evident in her appearance; normally neat appearance unkempt, her hair having lost it’s natural shine and her skin seeming far more dull than it usually would. She hadn’t gone this long without feeding since she was younger and was still learning. Aya brushes a hand through her messy hair, releasing a frustrated sigh. Nearby patrons of the coffee shop shoot her an annoyed look at how loud she’s being. 

“Now you have.” He smiles brightly at her as they shake hands.

He chuckles softly as she mentions his formality. “In the presence of beautiful women I attempt to be on my best behavior.” He explains before taking a long sip of his drink.

“Aya. I’ve never met an Aya before.” He mimics her words, still smiling wide. He raises an eyebrow over at her remark about his biting. “Some women quite enjoy the feeling.” He turns on his stool to face her as he says the words. “Pleasure and pain often work well together, don’t you think?”

“Just beautiful women? The ugly ones don’t get the formalities, hm?” She teases, though there’s a little bit of an edge to her voice despite the nearly blinding smile on her face.

“I don’t think you’d have to beg,” Tala said honestly with an innocent smile. “You’re so pretty, I bet you always have people giving you attention. I’m glad you’re not upset, though. I know a lot of people are. I wish I knew how to help them.” She looked around the bar with a soft sigh before turning back to Aya. “If I’d been there when the fire started I might’ve been able to stop it, but I got there way too late.”

“Mm.” Aya hums as she lifts the drunk to her lips and takes a swig -- the guilt ebbs away at her endlessly. Here she was, drinking her sorrows away at being too much of a coward to try and save anyone and of course she was faced with someone who would’ve been able to help, had she been there. Aya lowers her glass and smiles some. “What ifs will drive you insane. Just focus on now, yeah?”

   “A succubus.” he repeated, before the thought hit him. “Oh!” Of course.  No wonder he couldn’t fight the overwhelming desire to just wholly admire her. It was literally her power to attract and command attention. If anything, she lived for it. 

   “No wonder!” Mateo gasped, nodding his head in amazement, his eyes still unwillingly to part from her beauty. “Wow. This is the first time I’ve ever met one. It’s an utter pleasure to meet you.” he responded admirably, undeniably drawn to her. “I’m Mateo.”

“There aren’t too many of us around anymore. It can be dangerous to be beautiful.” It could come across as a narcissistic comment to most, but when she says it there’s sincerity in it. She can’t help her pleased smirk at his excitement, though, and she can’t bite back the laugh that leaves her.

Tala laughed nervously. “Well, um, I mean, you’re very pretty,” she admitted. “I could check you out if you wanted me to? But that’s not the reason why I came over. I mean, I really did want to make sure you were okay. It’s always sad to see a pretty person upset.” She smiled, not entirely sure what Aya wanted her to say, but willing to try and figure it out.

“Oh, no. I’m not in the practice of begging for attention -- not even from pretty, sweet girls.” Aya leans against the bar, dropping her chin in her hand and tilting her head some. “I’m not upset. It’s just the atmosphere around here right now. It’s cute that you care, though.”

Stark catches his drink as the bartender slides it over to him. He then pulls out his flask from his back pocket and pours the red liquid in with his vodka. He mixes the two together before taking a long sip.

He grins back at the beautiful woman, clearly enjoying her company. “But I asked so nicely.” He pauses and leans into the bar, surrendering to her will. Something about her made him not want to push harder. “Okay, fine. I’ll settle for your name. I’m Stark.” He extends his  free hand towards her.

“Mm ... I guess I could part with that secret.” She teases, clearly not bothered by the admission of something so small as she turns to fully face him, swirling the liquid in her glass idly. “Stark. That’s unique. I’ve never met a Stark.” She extends her hand, enclosing her hand around his to give a shake, a laugh bubbling from her lips.