New Blood (Taryn)

[vincent]

So Vincent was working at the Dark Kiss tonight. Not a bad place, not a bad place at all. He liked this one well enough, but after a while all the clubs seemed to run together. The only difference was what the crowd would be like, what species, what age. What women. That made a smirk pull at his features slightly, making his golden eyes light up just a bit under the lower lighting in the club, ever so often a roving light would catch it from the dance floor, making them glow. Oh so much fun, always so much fun. It wasn’t his fault he knew how to catch the eye of a female or two. He was just handsome and he knew it.

Not to mention he had charm to help it along.

And not much humility apparently.

He almost laughed out loud thinking that but instead went back to cleaning out the glass in his hand with the black dishtowel. All his things were black, just easier that way. Like the black button down, the black jeans that they hated him wearing when he worked and the black shoes. All black, which was a dead give away to what he was, but he didn’t care. Let people know. He was old enough not to give a damn what people knew or what they didn’t. Besides, he relished a fight or two, it was fun. It was exciting.

He preferred a different sort of fun, but he took what he could get. He shook his head and went back to surveying the crowd. As usual, the Dark Kiss usually got mostly vamps, but he didn’t mind playing with them, they couldn’t bite him anyway. Not with him being an Angel. Distractedly he bobbed his head to the music as he got his area ready. And what area was that? The bar of course. It was the best place to meet woman, especially from behind the bar. The man had a bad habit of running off with the first pretty thing who he knew he could get into bed, after flirting it up with them for a bit of course. He couldn’t help it, he was a man of habit! His bosses couldn’t get anyone better for what he did and they knew it, plus his female friends usually came back, aka he brought in business.

He also brought fights. That, they didn’t appreciate. Vincent had a bad habit of picking fights. Specially with the..er…boyfriends of the girls he was flirting with moments before. Hey, no one was perfect, right? Vincent certainly wasn’t He just….knew what he liked.

Plus that damn ghost had stopped following him around. He had finally managed to attach her back to that witch of hers. Thank the lord and lady above or whoever the heck was listening to people like them stuck in a hell town these days. Who knew really, he didn’t. He only cared sometimes.

And now he was rambling.

He went back to his job. The night was young, and there was still much fun to be had. He served a pretty little thing and her pretty little friend. But neither seemed all that interested in talking to the bartender, so he ignored them right on back. No, not really, he just didn’t flirt, simply moved on to the next victim…er…female. He almost chuckled again at his own joke and decided that spending time with that ghost had been making him crazy. He needed to go back to being one of the only sane people in this joint. He was stuck as a townie, aka he was sane. But…oh well. He had tried to escape more times than he could count already. Even his portals out didn’t work no matter how hard he tried. So now, he had simply resigned himself to working and enjoying his life as best as he could. They cuoldn’t keep him here forever.

That was when a very different pretty face caught his attention. He leaned back against he back of the bar. He was pretty positive he hadn’t seen her here before, but he was also pretty positive that she worked here, not that he was entirely sure but he had a hunch. He liked to work off his hunches, it amused him to do so. Like he said, nothing but time anymore. Nothing but time. He amused himself for a moment thinking. She wasn’t a witch, no, those types never came to the vamp bars unless they were hooked on getting bitten and some were. Theire blood was like a drug or whatever, so they rarely shwed. No…he wasn’t sure. Maybe he’d wait until later to judge.

Instead he leaned forward and slid a drink down to her, amusing himself slightly with a bit of a smirk. ”First one’s on the house” he said to her, not trying to flirt just yet, as of yet he was merely curious. ”New blood around here?” he asked. The new ones always amused him, always interesting to see their view point on this place when he himself had originally grown up here.

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Comments: Its a fail. Sorry. It'll get better!

[taryn]

First night on the job.

Whoop. De. Fuckin. Do.

The brunette frowned, cold and calculating, into the mirror, running the deep black along her eyelid. Okay, so she wasn't upset about working, not really. The money was good, and, she was sure (with this uniform), the tips would be better. That didn't mean she'd like to be working. In all honesty, she'd prefer to be clubbing. Which was what clubs were for.

Ugh.

She finished the dark lining around her eye, more heavy eyeliner then she normally wore but, hey, she was running with a hardcore crowd. She painted deep scarlet onto her lips and then eyed herself head to toe. Not bad, if she didn't fuckin' say so herself.

Her hair was down in chocolate waves, as it always was, and she wore the skimpy little black skirt and three-size-too-small tee she was given. She looked hot. Guess that was the point. The girl slid her feet into the stilettos--which were reflected the light and matched her crimson lips--and was out. Not like she needed a jacket, even this time of year. She was dead. And, of course, that always meant she could take one from whatever boy she decided to hook tonight. If she could hook one.

She wouldn't normally think that (especially dressed like this), but, really, she was a baby compared to most of the attendees of vamp clubs. They all ended up being 200 or more most of the time; and she was a just-turned 18. Newborn. The very thought pissed her off; that these vamps could decide not to give her a chance just because of her age. Please. Taryn scowled at the air, flicking back a curl in irritation before looking up to see the pulsating entrance to Dark Kiss.

Well, shit. She was early.

She smirked lightly and walked in anyway, the music already vibrating the soles of her shoes, pulling her towards the center of the floor with it's infectious rhythm. She winked at a passing vamp, who shot her back a probing grin and headed towards the dance floor.

Damn, this was going to be harder then she thought.

She made her way behind the counter, her hands sliding over the sleek top, which, too, thrummed with the music. She tucked a hair behind her ear, leaning on her elbows on the bar, one foot tapping in time with the beat. And that was when she felt it.

She'd always had something; call it a sixth sense. If you believed in that shit. She knew when she was on someone's mind, and she felt the furtive eyes on her at the very same moment in which his blood resounded painfully in her ears. She closed her eyes for a moment, chanting her eternal mantra; I don't need blood. I don't need blood, before turning to him carefully; giving him a slow, growing smile that seemed to pull up on the right more then the left. Almost a smirk. It was a hello. It was an invitation.

He took it, as they always did.

The drink shushed the distracting noise around her as it slid expertly across the bar, and, with that infamously vampiric blur of motion, she caught it in her hand without so much as a glance of golden-blue eyes.

"First one’s on the house”

She lifted the glass, touching the rim to her lips and pausing.

"What a gentlemen." Again the sly smirk. "Are you expecting thanks?" It was a light tease. He'd have to do a lot more then that to get her thanks.

He looked curious, probing. She took a long sip, then set the glass back on the table, precisely on the ring of condensation it left when she picked it up.

"I'm Taryn. Nice to meet you, too." She nodded slightly.

"New blood around here?"

She laughed, a soft chuckle, Before raking a hand through her brunette waves again.

"Just stepped off the fuckin' ferry." Her eyes, previously watching the synchronized movement of the crowd, flicked to the boy, something about him nagging at her. "That easy to tell?"

And then it hit her: the little fucker was dressed head to toe in black. And he smelled familiar... Her eyes widened, a fraction of a fraction, and then slid back to passive observation. So that was why his blood was so tempting. Less so then a human or, even worse, a witch; but other vamps had no pull at all. No desire for blood arose around vamps. But this guy...

She caught herself leaning in more then appropriate and paced herself back, reminding the raging hormones dying to extend her fangs that Deathies were poisonous. And probably tasted like shit.

That didn't stop the desire from latching her eyes to his sculpted frame.

Okay, that was awkward.

Taryn caught her hand in her hair, palm pressed to her hairline as her lips again twitched up: dancing lines of scarlet.

"You're a Death Angel. What the fuck are you doing in a vampire club? Or, for that matter, on the West Side?"

Despite the words, her tone was alluring. Not quite Mesmer, but a kind of... non-magical version of it. Silken seduction. Because, despite his obvious position as an outcast...

She definitely didn't want him to go.



Comments. HMN. Tare's bein' a bit of a creeper, here.<3 I WANNA SEE WHERE THIS GOESSSS. :D

[vincent]

Vincent was impressed when she caught the drink he slid her way without even looking. That took skill. And reflexes, which restarted his question of what was she? He liked to guess, rather than being told. And he preferred not to use his own abilities to look, that seemed like cheating to him, so he used any other senses that he could manage to use and he found that a lot more fun. She was wearing all black, like himself, but that was the uniform in this club, all black to keep it all dark but still elegant or something. Whatever, as long as they paid him he didn’t care. She was in all black, yes, but she didn’t have wings. Though, this wasn’t always a tell tale. He himself had his pulled in under his skin, she could be doing the same.

But he didn’t get the vibe from her. So he figured it was either vamp or werecat. He’d wait until she spoke and he was rewarded a moment later. He chuckled lightly at the attitude in her voice. A girl after his own heart. ”Not unless you thank in carnal favors” It was a joke, and his usual one really, with the new blood that didn’t know him well. Those that did know him knew he would also gladly take a thanks that way, in fact if she took it literally he wouldn’t oppose. He wasn’t subtle, he couldn’t help but want to flirt and play. It was his reason to be alive, and when you lived forever you needed some reason to keep going. His was women.

He slid another drink to a usual, not needing to ask what he wanted because he came in to this club all the fucking time. He got a salute but Vincent just nodded with a slight smirk before turning his attentions back to the girl. She had a bit of an attitude, a bit of a bite if what she had said already was any indication. Though, judging a girl off one sentence was hardly fair.

He took a swig himself from a bottle under the bar, just rum but it was his own stuff. The manager argued all the time, but he couldn’t get fucking drunk so they should get off his case, he wouldn’t get buzzed on the job. And a bit of a burn every now and then while he was stuck behind here never hurt anyone. She said her name and he grinned a bit. ”Vincent. I promise I won’t be corny and say the pleasure’s all mine” he said, another smirk twisting at his lips. He always gave his name as Vincent and only one person ever nicknamed him, calling him V. He didn’t do Vinny, because it sounded like some idiot henchman and Vin was just as bad but that one made him sound like he belonged on the Jershey Shor. It was Vincent.

He asked if he was new. You could always smell the new ones, but they made this place a little bit more interesting and that was what he loved about this place. The only thing he loved really. He chuckled. ”I have been here for-fucking-ever. I can practically smell the new ones.” He didn’t give away that he had been born here, he didn’t want the pity. That made flirting a lot less fun because then they wanted the pity or they wanted to say they did a townie. He got what he got on his own merits. So no, he would keep his tidbits to himself.

He liked that he didn’t see the need to like…stare. He couldn’t, he needed to keep his gaze on his bar, but when he looked over at her often she was looking at the crowd instead. It made it a bit more comfortable, which was weird. Usually they said that eye contact was important for flirting, though he wasn’t flirting. Not just yet. He was too curious just yet to play that game.

He missed the bit of surprise she showed because he had another customer to attend to. A bartender’s work was never done and the place was starting to get busy, just a little bit, as the night got a bit darker and this clubs usual patrons started to file in. But he got back nearer to her, she was where he usually stood after all, in time to hear her speak. Her movement though, that was what brought his eyes to her once more. She was beautiful after all, hard not to look. That was what started to make Vincent lean towards vampire under the “what is she” category. They tended to be unearthly beautiful and she fit that bill. Yeah, he was leaning towards playing the flirt.

Her statement followed by the question made him laugh, not the chuckle of before but a laugh. He smirked a bit her way. ”That easy to tell?” he asked playfully, stealing her line from before. He knew it was easy to tell what he was, he never bothered to hide it after all, he didn’t see the point in hiding what he was. He would rather glory in it, he liked being what he was. Which was good because he had had 122 years to grow into loving it. And likely, he had plenty more. He knocked on the bar, knocking on wood, before he answered her question. ”Well, I’m bartending” he said, gesturing to the bar. It was true enough, that was what he was doing. As for why he worked at all the clubs rather than just the North Side ones, that he would keep to himself. ”What about you?” Yeah, he was teasing, and there was amusement shining in those golden eyes of his. But he was amused, what could he say? It was the tone that had coaxed him to be playful.

What? She had seemed to want to play. Well, so did he.

Words: 1019
Muse: Coming back to me slowly. Why do all my boys hide when I need them? -_-

[taryn]

”Not unless you thank in carnal favors” He offered, with a slight chuckle.

Oh, boy. He just had to make this so easy on her, didn't he?

She examined the boy closely, not sure why she hadn't noticed him before. Not only the blood and the black he wore, but he also had the silken, airy movements of the Deathies. They moved in that vividly enchanting way; like they were always flying.

It was disturbing that she noticed that much about Death Angels.

Distracting herself, the brunette smirked slyly.

"Unfortunately for you, kid, you're not going to find out." Taryn rose the drink to her lips and took a sip, then gestured it at him a bit as he slid a glass to a man farther down the bar from her. "Do I look like a lightweight to you? This is about three percent alcohol." She teased lightly as he pulled his own flask from under the bar. Okay, so it was bad enough to drink on the job, but this guy looked like he made breaking the rules a regular thing.

She liked it.

Taryn slid closer to him, risking the intoxicating smell proximity encompassed, and, with another flash of movement, slid the flask out of his grip coolly. Taryn wasn't... fast, per se. Not for a vampire. But to someone who wasn't a vampire, she'd look it. She slowed to take a wiff and then a quick test of the liquid, giving it back to him with a grin.

"Way to be prepared, ...?" She paused probingly, the ensuing silence prompting his name. He mirrored her grin.

”Vincent. I promise I won’t be corny and say the pleasure’s all mine”

The girl sorted, light and amused, and rose a brow.

"I appreciate that. Corny really doesn't suit you." She laughed softly and turned to a man who was near-glaring at Vincent expectantly. Apparently another regular. Well, well. Wasn't she just horrible, distracting the bartender like that? She leaned toward him over the bar, which successfully both gained the man's attention and apparently lightened his mood.

"Can I get you something?"

The man's eyes flicked to Vincent, and then back to Taryn.

"A Manhattan. With a cherry."

She spun to make the drink, nudging Vincent.

"Your regulars are feeling neglected. You must be quite the popular man around here. No wonder you pinned me as 'the new girl' right off." He chuckled.

”I have been here for-fucking-ever. I can practically smell the new ones.”

She tossed a glance at him from under her lids, mixing the drink and giving him that slow smile of hers.

"And what, exactly, do I smell like?"

The question was a hidden innuendo; one she fully expected him to get. She didn't, however, miss the mostly-contained mystery in Vincent's words. He was hiding something. The girl put a cherry, rather then a twist of lime, into the Manhattan and tossed her hair over her shoulder, again spinning to hand the man his drink. He nodded silent, solemn thanks (an older vampire, obviously; they felt less need for respectable human interaction) and took the glass. Taryn again watched the pulsating movement of the crowd, now possibly more interested in Vincent then she was in dancing. That happened. She did happen to love boys. He then laughed, a full, amused sound, at her challenge of his place in the bar.

"That easy to tell?"

She rose a brow at him carefully, then rolled her eyes. Well. Wasn't he clever. But, since the vampire had no desire to give away her curious interest in Death Angels, she restricted her response to that sarcastic motion, again training her eyes on the crowd; unaware that her little smirk mirrored his. She heard a light rap on the bar and turned to eye his hand, lids lowering in soft questioning. Knocking on wood?

"Well, I'm bartending" Again the smirk fell on Taryn's features.

"Are you always this devilishly clever?" Her eyes and up-tilted lips were still trained on the crowd, but they both knew the words were meant for him. But it was just as obvious that he slyly avoided her question of why he was here. Mysterious, mysterious. She rose her ocean eyes to him; the churning blue and green examining his own eyes carefully. This was what intrigued her about the Death Angels. You never really knew who they were, where they came from.

"What about you?"

She grinned; satan's spark glittering in her eye. She had a talent for being bad. Again risking the tempting proximity, Taryn leaned toward him, resting one hand on the bar and, with the other, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

His pulse fretted under her solitary middle finger, brushing the hair back, before she dropped her hand; begrudgingly admitting to herself that even his poisonous blood might be too tempting for her if she touched him for too long.

Hmn. That could present a problem.



Comments: I DID NOT KNOW DEATHIES COULD PULL IN THEIR WINGS. LOL. SO. I FIXED TEH WING REFERENCE IN MY LAST POST<3 *FROLICS* And PLZ FORGIVE the current failness of my posts. Y.Y I HAVE YET TO RLY FIGURE TARYN OUT. *shuffles away*

[vincent]

Vincent arched a brow at the chick, Taryn her name was, when she called him kid. Actually he nearly laughed when she said it. Kid, huh? He was willing to bet he was much older than her, and he said as much. ”Who you calling kid? I bet I’m at least a hundred years older than you” he said, aiming his usual smirk her way, enhanced by the scar on his cheek that just looked like a dimple when he smiled really, enhanced his charm and made him look like he was always smirking. It worked for him. Anything that got more women in his bed, he was all for it.

He didn’t comment on the fact she said he’d never find out. It just made it more of a challenge for him to make sure that he did. It was just the way he was, stubborn in the best of times, flirt always, and just plain annoying in the worst of times. He didn’t care, labels were for soup cans and all that other shit people would say when they wanted to make themselves feel better.

She snatched his flask from him in the type of movement that confirmed what he had been thinking earlier. Yeah, totally a vampire, only they ever bothered to move that fast when they could just move at normal speed like everyone else. He grinned a bit at her. ”Oh yeah, I’m just a regular boy scout” he replied to her with a chuckle, amused by this girl’s wit. Well would you look at that, he found someone that seemed like they could keep up with him in the sarcastic comments department. Vincent slid the flask back under the bar when he managed to get it back from the little vixen he was behind the bar with.

He grinned a bit, leaning back against the back of the bar when she said corny didn’t suit him. ”So tell me, what does suit me then?” he asked with a playful hint to his words after she had spoken. So she knew what suited him already did she? He needed to work on being predictable if that was the case, or maybe it was just a duh that he found corny boring. He wasn’t a gentleman and he wasn’t corny. The only time he seemed to be was if a woman cried, it got him all out of sorts.

Vincent was no boy scout though, he had never been inticed to even when they existed, which they hadn’t here at least when he was a boy. Vincent was in no way a boy scout, not if the way he looked at her out of the corner of his eye when she bent over the bar to serve one of his regulars that he had been ignoring. Well, damn. One hell of a figure this girl had, he really couldn’t help but notice, but he did so carefully without making it obvious he was staring, no need to fill an ego, he had enough of one to fill the back of this bar after all and he still did need room to work without two inflated egos filling this place up and making that hard.

He grinned at her when she nudged him, startled out of his thoughts of all things sexual and hard. He was male, what could he say. ”Good things come to those who wait” he said with a shrug and a grin after she said they were feeling neglected. Honestly it was probably more like frustration. Vincent was a good bartender, he knew the drinks and mixed them well. He was just far too easily distracted by a pretty face and would forget to actually work. His new boss was nicer about it, cause she was here for being a nympho, but the manager was a pain in the ass.

Oh but damn did that slow easy smile of hers made him lick his lips a bit. Damn. She was attracting his attention in all sorts of ways, and her question made him answer her with one of his signature smirks. She seemed to be drawing that out in him a lot. He couldn’t help but respond like the male flirt that he truly and completely was, it was just all too easy. He knew what she meant though, how could he not? It prompted a response that amused him. ”Completely enticing” he said, smirk intact before she turned away to slide a drink and he himself slid away to serve a customer. Flirting with a fellow employee while trying to work, didn’t work as well as could be, but well enough that he was completely entertained by their interaction.

Her response of a simple sarcastic eyebrow raise to him copying her words made him nearly laugh again, but his full blown laughs were rare, this time it was simply another chuckle before he had rapped on wood about how many more years he had to live. That was Vincent’s only superstition, he knocked on wood often. He shook his head. ”You’ll just have to find out,” was his teasing reply to whether or not he was always this clever. Basically, he was telling her that he would gladly have many more…interactions like this one. She was amusing, witty, kept his attention…considering how old he was, that was rare these days. He liked it.

Her hand came closer and he didn’t move away, why would he? He was curious as to what she would do. And he would never resist the touch of a beautiful woman, not ever. Her hand brushed a piece of his hair back and lingered there. He felt another bolt of desire, as always, when with a woman such as herself. Oh yes, Vincent was interested. And he had a feeling she was as well. The question was more…when rather than if. And how the hell to get out of here when they both were working. He didn’t like when her hand dropped, he liked touching better, but he wasn’t the petulant child to pout about such things. Instead he caught the spark in her eye and felt himself wishing he could get this when to come sooner.

He caught her hand and, making a deep sweeping grand movement like he was much older than he was, though 122 was no pushover age, he kissed the back of her hand before dropping it and straightening. ”Making the acquaintance of a horribly cocky bartender?” he offered in answer to her question, grinning and waving off the few awws he got from a regular or two who knew how he worked. He flipped them both off when he turned back to them, sliding them their beers. Bastards threw off his game and they knew it, but he just grinned, he was too entertained tonight to be anything other than amused.

Words: 1195, boo yah
Comments: LOL no worried Ari My Vincent is so cocky
Muse: Epical

[taryn]

The thing about this little fucker is, thought Taryn, stormy eyes assailing the boy carefully, He's hot and he knows it. Bitch has an ego the size of Canada.

Thing was, Taryn didn't really mind. Hell, she was exactly the same way. Odd couple they'd make. They were too similar.

Guess that was when flings worked, right?

”Who you calling kid? I bet I’m at least a hundred years older than you” His cocky smirk was made all the more so by a dimple-like scar in his cheek. Hmn. That was kind of gorgeous. The girl let herself eye the imperfection for a lulled moment before locking her eyes with his again. So the arrogant bastard had a flaw, did he? It was just as well. Taryn was no Bella: she thought perfect guys were dull. Because they were: all pretty and nothing to back it up. And you wonder why they feel the need to overcompensate.

"Age is just a number." She grinned softly, nudging him with her side, still leaning on the counter. "Kid." She turned to watch the pulsating of the crowd again, it's draw lessened to less then a dull ache. But that didn't mean the yearning to dance wasn't still there. "Besides, what makes you think I'm young? We don't exactly age, you know. I could be five hundred fucking years old." Her tone was light, teasing; assuming that he, like she knew what he was, was well aware of her own species. The girl turned to Vincent, mirroring his own cocky grin with her own; raising her brows as she spoke. Soft challenge. It was Taryn's way.

After stealing his flask and trying some of the stinging liquid inside, Taryn's comment lead to another grin from Vincent.

”Oh yeah, I’m just a regular boy scout”

Taryn, unable to pass up such a brilliant opportunity, grinned that building smile again.

"I bet. You practice that salute, soldier?"

He chuckled, then, to her comment about corny not suiting him, offered in witty reply,

”So tell me, what does suit me then?”

She slid forward; answering in a low voice so that Vincent could hear her but the men at the bar (unusually interested in their banter) couldn't.

"Me, perhaps?"

Oh, boy. She knew herself well enough to know that if she didn't stop now she'd get way to much into the flirting. Not that it was bad, it was just... distracting. She didn't need a guy to be pulling her mind from her work. That was how Taryn was: she liked to flirt, but no boy would distract her from her job. So, at that point, she turned away, offering him one last sly glance over her shoulder before she leaned forward to take an order from a customer. She was in the club's T-shirt, mind; but that didn't stop a pose from sparking the imagination of men. She noticed the customer's eyes; but she didn't notice Vincent's. That was just as well. Taryn, like her coworker, by no means needed an ego boost.

When the brunette, however, turned back to Vincent, commenting on his neglect of his regulars, he shrugged it off and grinned slyly.

"Good things come to those who wait."

Taryn tossed her head back and laughed; brushing hair over her shoulder.

"Keep that mindset, kid, and you'll be the next 40-year-old-virgin." She realized after that light chuckle that he was most definitely over 40 in literal years; but, hey, it could be taken figuratively. A 40 year old human might be a 300-ish year old Deathie. He couldn't quite be that old, could he?

Unfortunately for her, this boy who was years--millenia--older then her was quite effortlessly catching her attention. Then again, that went the other way around as well. While Taryn might not've caught his eyes trailing her form when she leaned to serve the waiting Vamp, she did catch, after her slow grin and her question of what, exactly, she smelled like, was the flick of his tongue along his lip.

”Completely enticing”

She smirked.

"Wish I could say the same for you, hot shot, but you smell a little like bar and gin." She leaned in, tilting her head a bit in a way that she didn't realize emulated her father. "Maybe you should get out a little more."

That very well may have been an insinuation that he needed to get out with her... But if he wasn't smart enough to figure that out, she wasn't interested. As it was, she assumed he'd catch it. Obviously he did because, after her light teast, he told her she'd have to find out if he was always quite this clever. Taryn was no beginner at this game. She understood the lingo. Her confident touch, the brush of her finger over his skin, halted when she realized that she was getting too close, too soon. Taryn tended to push her limits; but even she knew when she would't be able to hold herself back.

Vincent, however, had no such reservations. He caught her hand and swept a low bow, pressing his lips to her hand and rolling his eyes up to meet hers with that arrogant glint in them.

”Making the acquaintance of a horribly cocky bartender?”

Taryn breathed a soft chuckle, raising a brow at him. Well. Wasn't he the class clown?

"When were you born, the 15th century? Don't you have to court me before you get to kiss my hand?"

A few more obvious regulars awwed at the display, and Taryn threw them winks as Vincent threw them the middle finger.

"We'll be here all week." She said, still smirking lightly.

Funny, how they somehow got along.



Comments. HMN. 1050. I think that's my personal best. : DD It amuses me how he wants to maul Tare even though, liek, she's a vamp and he's not really into them. And Taryn's very easily annoyed, and he hasn't annoyed her yet. FUNNYFUNNY<3

[vincent]

His lovely fellow bartender’s retaliation and accompanying nudge just made him grin at her, tempted to roll golden eyes at her for the Kid comment again, but he just chuckled again instead. ”Like I said, I can practically smell new blood on you,” he teased her when she asked how he knew that she was young. In truth, he didn’t know. For all he knew she could be over a hundred years older than him and he wouldn’t know it. Like she said, they didn’t age. But still, he had a gut feeling about this type of thing and he was going to run with it, even if it managed to bite him in the butt in the end. He nudged her right back and then went back to their customers who they were ignoring as the bad started to fill up.

He caught her cocky grin, and shot his own right back at her, nodding his head behind her, where a new customer had just come in. ”Hey New Blood, wanna get that?” he teased lightly again as he leaned back against the bar, grinning at one of the regular ladies who was rolling her eyes at him. She knew his ways, knew the game he played. What could he say? He had to entertain himself in some way or the whole immortality thing would have driven him up a wall a long time ago. He needed to pass the time somehow.

Gorgeous girls like the lovely Taryn who, so far, had managed to keep up with him was one such way that he passed his time. It was entertaining to say the least and he never had to want for beautiful company. It just kept showing up every time he winked. Yeah, he was cocky, he knew it and he didn’t give a shit who else knew it. It was just something that he was good at. Being confident. Being a wimp never got anyone anywhere but borings-ville.

She said that corny didn’t suit him, and he had asked her what did suit him. There was a nice little lull in the bar, letting them play and tease for a moment. Letting them deal with the actual amusement that was each other. Vincent was surprised he was so amused by a vamp. Usually they were a turn-off. Maybe that was why Vincent thought she was a new blood, she didn’t revolt him yet like most vamps did after a certain amount of time. He was interested to hear her answer to his question though. Would it be witty? He had no doubt of this fact. None, in the slightest. And she didn’t disappoint in the slightest. She was closer, close enough that he was tempted to wrap an arm around her waist. Maybe if they were somewhere else, but he didn’t want to give a show to the regulars. They’d just tease him for weeks if he did.

Me, perhaps?

He grinned at her, at the soft tone of her voice, and he matched it, tilting his head down towards hers, like one did for a kiss, not that he intended to kiss her. No, he was too caught up in the game right that moment and it wasn’t time to seal the deal just yet. ”Perhaps we should find out” he replied to her. A typical answer, not witty, but it did it’s job of answering her with the appropriate amount of interest, and he matched her quiet tone of voice, keeping it just between them and not for the bar of people who would be demanding drinks soon enough, mostly just to throw him off his game cause they were all asses. He knew this for a fact, thank you.

His eyes followed her as she moved away, a relaxed grin as he turned away from her as well to take the order of one particular blonde he had seen in a lot less than the dress she was wearing right now. A little flirting grin her way, he wouldn’t mind seeing less again after all, all he got was a responding grin from her though. That was alright, he wanted to keep his flirting to Taryn right now, one girl at a time and all that. He slid the apple martini to the lovely lady, in time to reply to Taryn and tell her that good things came to those who waited. Double edged words? Maybe. Her answer made him laugh again though, unexpected but appreciated all the same of course. He arched a brow at her. ”You calling me a virgin, girl?” he asked, loud enough for the bar to hear. It seemed they were putting on a show anyway, why not keep it up for their loyal audience?

He followed her movements, entirely amused by her, by the little quick double meanings they were sending to each other. He rolled his eyes at her with a small grin when she replied to him. ”Well, you still smell new, maybe I could show you the town and kill two birds with one stone” he replied, going the direct route this time and going for it. Hey, she couldn’t turn him down with an audience, could she? Eh, he figured she was they type to do it anyway, but hey, it was worth a shot and he was amused. Really, he just wanted to play more tonight, maybe another night or two. Vincent wasn’t the settling type after all, but she didn’t seem like she was either, so it was all good.

He had bowed over her hand, kissing the top like the gentleman he so clearly was not. But hey, she didn’t have to know that. Who was he kidding, she totally already knew that. Well, if she was as smart as he knew that she had to be to keep this little game of theirs going as long as she had with him. She asked when he was born and commented on the courting bit. He paused to flip off the bar that was still watching them, as Taryn also commented on their watching eyes. And then he bothered to reply to her. ”Is that you asking me to court you?” he asked with a tease and a grin. He didn’t comment on when he was born, or anything else she had said for that matter. He was still keeping his age to himself, it amused him to do so.

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