Dinner for one? (open)

[anya]

Anya sat in front of her vanity mirror and distractedly did her make up. She was bored and this was problem. Anya never did well when she was bored. She wasn't that kind of person who could just sit down and relax for a night. She had to go out and do something or someone...

She grinned at that thought and tousled her chestnut hair a bit. She looked wonderful, she knew she did. Anya always looked her best, no matter what she did. When Anya had been a human so long ago, she had been the most radiant of all the girls she knew and the most confident as well.

The sentiment as a vampire had only grown, now she was truly flawless and practically immortal. She grinned. Her only problem was that she didn't have a plan for this evening. Usually Anya had something in mind, and usually it had to do with finding something to eat and entertain her for the night but Anya was full. Now what was she going to do?

Then again, her sexual appetites were always open and ready for anything that she deemed worthy. She could have found Seth since they had reunited, she smirked at that. She didn't want to make it a constant thing though, wanting to be around him that is... She didn't feel like going to any of the clubs tonight either though, too many unwanted people would hit on her and she could not stand that.

Last night, She had been at the club she owned and operated, Dark Kiss, there had been many human men for Anya to choose from to take home but there had been one. One man who was so persistent. He sent drinks her way, he followed her around the club much to Anya's aggravation. He just didn't want to leave her alone, so she gave him what he wanted...and much much more.

She grinned at that thought, taking her black diamond heart shaped necklace and draping it around her throat and clasping it around her neck, she had given him the pleasure of being bitten by someone such as her and then used her mesmer to convince him to go and play with some of this town's more crazy residents.

He had gotten on her nerves so in her opinion, e had gotten what he deserved.

So this left her sitting here full, but bored. She sighed and put in her ruby earrings. She was going for a desired effect with this outfit. Temptress. This way no matter where she went she was bound to end up taking someone home with her or vice versa. She had on a bunched red dress that stopped mid thigh like almost all of her dresses and she had red strappy shoes with a red clutch purse and a diamond bracelet. Only the best for Anya.

This outfit cost more than most peoples wardrobes. Anya could afford it though. She could afford anything she wanted. She had so much money from being a great investor and from the money her parents had left behind for her when she killed them...

Anya blinked the thought away, she almost never thought of her parents if she could help it. Thinking of them made her feel guilty and Anya didn't have time for guilt. Guilt was for week people and Anya would never let herself be weak. She would never be inferior or taken advantage of. Not again. Never again.

Anya shook off these thoughts standing and admiring her reflection. What's not to admire?she thought as she smoothed out the dress a bit and picked up her clutch off the table. These shoes were high and made her feel taller and made her legs look longer. She grinned at her reflection and then left her expensively decorated room.

She decided she would walk to her destination, It was cold out and she wasn't wearing a coat but she didn't feel it. Anya never ever felt the cold. She just kept walking in it, it blew her hair around and sometimes was a nuisance for her outfits especially when there was snow but she never felt cold on the outside, the inside of her was cold enough.

She rolled her eyes as she walked over to a place that was buzzing, It was a restaurant and it was positively buzzing with people, Anya looked up seeing the name Elegance across the top of the place written in script and it made Anya grin.

If this place was called Elegance that meant Anya belonged there, because she was completely elegant. She grinned pulling open the doors and looking at the waiting line, it was full of couples and people here just to have dinner on their own and Anya rolled her eyes. Anya didn't wait in line.

She walked ahead of everyone ignoring the glaring looks and the looks of envy at her body as well and she grinned at the Host, the host was a male and he was smiling widely at her, even though he still nicely asked her to go to the back of the line.

Anya smirked. Back of the line, he was funny. No no, She looked him straight in the eyes and told him that she was going to take the big booth in the corner and he smiled and took a menu and walked her over there. She thanked him with a grin and slid into the booth gracefully.

She looked down at all the specials distractedly, she was still bored. She flipped the menu's laminated pages over and over then sipped the water from the glass that a waitress had placed there. She didn't know what she wanted to eat, but she was sure she could find some type of steak that she would want and eat that.

The only problem was she would be eating alone, Just then a shadow came close to the table and Anya sighed figuring that it was the waiter, she didn't even look up to acknowledge him. She simply spoke in a bored tone.

"Your blocking my light...I am not yet ready to order so shoo"she said with a wave of her finely manicured hand. So hard to find good help these days.

Words: 1073
Muse: good
Notes: shes been begging for this
Outfit: outfit!

[vincent]

Vincent usually couldn’t stand vampires. He wasn’t honestly sure why but something about them honestly made him not…himself. It wasn’t that they were technically dead—he was a death angel, why should he care about death? Or that they were able to drink blood—he was a death angel, they couldn’t bite him. And the fact of the matter was they women were often supernaturally beautiful. So why was it he didn’t like them? He wasn’t sure. Which was why he always simply stuck to ignoring them instead. So how on earth had the young—well, two hundred years wasn’t young—death angel ended up in the Fang District of this utterly insane club? He wasn’t entirely sure.

He hadn’t started this night entending to end up there. No, he had started it, laying on his back with nothing but his robe in the form of loose black sweat pants on. It was his day off after all, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. But all he wanted to do was someone. It hadn’t been that long, no not really, but he was still feeling off his game for some reason. Some nagging reason in the back of his mind that he still couldn’t figure out for the life of him. His golden eyes stared up at the ceiling as he tried to figure out what the fuck he actually wanted to do with himself today. Something entertaining to be sure, that was a given. And of course something to do with women, because that followed the entertaining bit.

So he had pushed himself out of bed, slid his wings back under his skin, and shifted off his robe. And then proceeded to walk unashamed to the bathroom. His housemates could deal, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be an issue given the people he lived with. They all had the same issues he did, he thought with a little smirk as he slid into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, tossing a towel on to the toilet for him to snag later when he’d need it.

Sadly, the stupid shower gave him no more inspiration about what he wanted to do than he had moments ago. The warm water had been nice, that was entirely true, but it wasn’t very enlightening in the ways of what to do with himself on his one night off out of the whole damn night. It wasn’t that hard, he knew what he actually wanted to do, that was a given with him and his hobies. But he didn’t know where, that was the only thing he actually had to worry on. At least he was alone in his worrying for the first time all week though. The stupid ghost had finally let him be and moved on away from him. He tried to tell himself that he didn’t care, because he didn’t. The bitch had bothered the shit out of him and made him seem entirely insane at every turn.

All the same, chances were he would find the little witch and make sure she had her ghost back, and that the transparent bitch was okay. And not moved on, or captured by a necromancer. He doubted the first thing because the little witch still needed her, it was really the second thing that he was worrying about. That was not a nice fate for a ghost to run into. It took the little free will they had left and twisted it away from them. He didn’t like the bitch ghost, but all the same he didn’t see why he should want her to get caught up in all that.

Whatever. It wasn’t really his problem. His problem was figuring out what he intended to do tonight. He figured he could wander, see where his feet took him, and then deal with it then. That sounded like a damn good plan to him, then again most plans seemed damn good to the boy who hated having too much responsibility. He preferred to have his own schedule rather than have to work on someone elses. So wander until he figured out what to do with himself didn’t sound like a bad plan to him.

So, he slid his robe back on, making it appear with a pop. He didn’t bother with the stupid ceremony of making it all cool when it appeared, he just needed it back and on, why bother making it all fantastical to watch? Well if a woman was watching he totally would, but there was no one watching so why bother? Exactly. Instead he was just alone, so he would quickly pop it on and let it settle, settling on black jeans and a black wife beater, easy as hell and it was something he usually wore, which meant he could shift into something else just as easily moments later when he figured out what he actually wanted to do.

Which was how he had ended up in the Fang District.

Not that he wasn’t in the Fang District kinda often because one of the jobs that he worked was in the Fang District. But, he didn’t often bother to come in here on his own free time. Mostly because of his issues with vamps, though he did have some exceptions of course from time to time. They were rare. He tended not to take to vamps well, he just couldn’t help it and he didn’t know why, but that apparently didn’t stop him from wandering in here until his feet stopped in front of a restaurant. Elegance, huh? He grinned a bit and shifted his robe to a nice black button down and nicer black jeans, black was all he could do of course, and made his way inside.

He scanned the restaurant from the lobby and saw a beautiful woman sitting alone, and he grinned. Wlel now, wasn’t that just perfect for his purposes? He thought so. So he slipped past the host, letting the poor uptight dude know he was meeting someone and refusing to let the guy stop him. He was stronger than some stupid host, he would kick his ass if he needed to. Vincent tended to do that to other dudes, it was just the way that he worked. Fuck if he could help it…and even if he could he wouldn’t. He liked the way that he worked personally, and saw no reason to change.

Unfortunately, by the time he had gotten there, the heartstoppingly gorgeous young woman was telling some other shmuck to leave her alone. Seriously. It looked like the dude had gotten up the nerve to make it over there too the woman, but not enough nerve to actually saw a damn thing. Well then, he would take this as his cue to enter. He took the guy by the shoulders and pushed him away. ”You heard the lady, shoo” he said, flicking his fingers at the dude. Way to interrupt his game. Ass.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to the gorgeous woman with…way long legs in a very red dress. Unlike the other man, he didn’t have the problem of being off his game, he knew just what to say. Though he could see why this beauty would throw others off their groove. Instead he grinned. ”You know, there’s something wrong with this picture…” he started, and then he slipped into the giant booth that held one woman, sliding across the table from her. ”Much better” he said with a cocky little smirk.

Yeah, well that was just the way he was.

Words: 1317
Muse: Fluctuated
Comments: None! lol

[anya]

Anya had been restless this evening, she was really restless. She had very much needed to go out and just get away from where she lived and from her club for the night and just go and she didn't want to go to another club or anything like that she had just wanted something to do and or someone which ever came first.

So she had went wandering about the fang district because she rarely went anywhere else in this town unless she was out with Seth then she would go anywhere she wanted to go because she knew the types of trouble that they would get into. She grinned at the thought.

She had come across this little Restaurant called Elegance and it had stood out to her and she had gone in and now she was extremely bored as she sat there and perused the menu looking for the rarest steak that she could find and she was still feeling restless like she needed to get up and get something.

She thought of leaving and going to her club just make sure that everything out there was going just as it should but then thought against it because of the fact that she had spent too much time there recently just doing business type things and that was not fun for her in the slightest. She needed fun, as much as she thrived when it came to the world of business. She was pretty sure that she could give Donald Trump a run for his money, she really needed her time away for Anya...and Friend of course and she needed to get back in the habit of having many of those type of friends instead of seeing what Seth was doing all the time.

While she had been sitting looking at the menu and trying to figure out more what she was going to do than what she was going to Order someone had come over to her and she shooed them away but then she heard a voice and that made her head snap up because the voice was mostly definitely male.

The one who had been covering her light was not a waiter at all but a suitor, someone who was trying to woo her but apparently did not have the courage to do so and Anya had to grin at that. No courage didn't fly with Anya so she waved at the person then looked over to the one who had smirked and he grin turned into a seductive smirk.

Well, he was delectable now wasn't he. She licked her lips as he spoke again saying that there was something wrong with this picture then he slid himself over and into her boot and Anya sat back still smirking at him and took one sip of her water again. Well Well Well, the feeling of restlessness had now changed to hunger. Not to a physical hunger like for blood or anything but this particular cocky gentleman. Cocky meant confident and Anya very much loved confident.

She leaned forward a bit flipping her Chestnut hair to one side of her neck and looking him straight in the eyes. Eye contact was very important, but so was playing a little bit of hard to get. She was in fact hard to get but for this one right here, he could have shown up at her door step and she would have pulled him in her house and proceeded to having her way with him and making him leave right after"Oh so you think you being here makes this look better? Because I personally think I make this look great all on my own"she said with a bit of a grin and then leaning back against the booth and studying him.

Now that she thought about it he looked extremely familiar. Like she had seen him before, it was entirely possible if he hung out here a lot and if he did that was even more convenient if he was good in bed. Her eyes roved over him appreciatively and just smiled as she thought about if she had knew him or not. Surely she must have, hey she was a direct and dominant woman. Why didn't she just ask him?

"Soshe spoke softly "You look very familiar to me, Have we met before?"she asked with a little cock of her head she continued to study partly because she wanted to figure out where she had seen him before and partly because of the fact that she very much enjoyed just looking at him. He was quite a specimen which meant he was lovely to look at. She grinned a bit but it was small and privately for herself.

The waiter came over and she looked up when he asked if they were ready to order and Anya spoke again "I will have the steak...Rare please and uh make it quick I have an appointment to keep" She grinned over at the guy and wondered if he caught her meaning she had no appointment to make really but he looked like he would be a fine one.

Words: 880
Muse: goood
Notes: lol I declare her amused