| Subject: Two peas in a pod... |
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Polly
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Date Posted: 10/ 3/13 9:01:42pm
In reply to:
Ruger Moss
's message, "/|Kick It In the Sticks|\" on 10/ 2/13 5:20:29pm
The weather was taking a turn for the volatile. It was impossible to tell with the noise of the club, but Polly's instincts were never wrong and she could practically feel the energy and rumble of it as the thunderheads blew in. Rain hadn't started, the lightning hadn't struck, but the atmosphere of the little mountain town was ripe for something violent and beautiful.
The situation had changed and Polly was nothing if not adaptable. You had to be when you had no roots and nothing to keep you grounded in the chaos of this supernatural bullshit. She filed away the interesting bits of Ruger's responses for a more convenient time. With a flick of her hand, she caught the bartender's attention and another subtle motion relayed her desire for him to refill her glass without having to interrupt the man at her side. Next, Polly produced a cellphone seemingly from no where to check the time. The screen flashed light briefly across her face before she sat the smart phone casually on the bar.
As he talked she turned so that she could lean back against the bar casually, the soft clicking of the silver beads on her necklace was barely audible. Her legs were crossed and her gaze seemed to trail lazily over the entirety of the bar, flickering back to Ruger here and there when he managed to amuse her with his humor. Her new angle provided a better excuse to observe her prey more carefully, but also lure them into screwing up. Her languid posture was perfectly innocent to onlookers, but she knew exactly how to catch a vampire's attention if she needed to.
The three vampires had positioned themselves about twenty feet from the door. Their group was laughing and talking, while most of their conversation was drowned out by the noise of the club and the distance, Polly managed to hear one of the girls ask why they'd chosen such a backwoods-y little town.
For the most part the two vampires Polly didn't recognize were chatting with one of the humans, but if you knew the tricks, it was easy to see they were too alert for a casual chat. Dummies Number One and Two weren't very old. Their senses were overwrought in the club environment in a way an older vampire would have learned to dull in the prime hunting environment.
King Dummy was not so subtly appreciating the view Polly's new posture was affording him, just as she had expected him to. The subtle movements of the leg she'd draped over her knee were caused by the lazy tapping of her foot to the music. The light bounce caused the hemline of her dress to inch up and down minutely, revealing just a slip of inner thigh that seemed to draw the vampire's gaze like a gnat to fruit. He was quiet, the least integrated of the group, and seemed more interested in pretending to enjoy the music, it made sense because he was far too interested in capturing his prize than dealing with more than the bare minimum of a presence.
But the threat of the vampires had receded slightly when Ruger seemed to harden and coil beside her. It was like watching a large jungle cat get into a hunting crouch, claws prickling out in threat. She could sense a strange buzz in her senses and for a brief moment her eyes followed the trail of movement as he touched his watch. Even the curiosity that provoked was lost in the energy that seemed to spark with the experienced air of a predator.
He was lit with a certain aggression that Polly found advantageous to her current predicament, but the tight lines of muscle that flexed beneath his skin spoke more of rage than calculation. Ruger had been charming and quick enough in conversation to keep her entertained, but she had no idea if he was a meathead in the middle of a fight. And most importantly, King Dummy had information she needed and a killer who couldn't restrain himself was a detriment to that kind of mission.
Polly turned to catch Ruger's eye, the curve of her neck was exposed as her hair slid away and the skittering feeling of the vampire's gaze was ignored as she shot her drinking companion a smirk at his very astute remark about what she was capable of when crossed, amusement glinting her her eyes. "I did let him know next time I would keep anything that didn't get permission to be there." And intentionally, she let something of the truth bleed through just for him, "I play very well with others, so long as they don't try to take advantage."
When he mentioned how he might have to leave suddenly she'd found the opportune moment to take control of the situation. With a careless movement she produced a silk fan from the sleeve by her wrist. "You know, Ruger, my instincts are rarely off the mark."
The light caught on the glittering sequins and stones sewn into the delicate fabric and the silver base of the accessory gleamed wickedly. She flicked it open with practiced ease and fanned herself lightly as she spoke, "Could be," she mimicked the opening of their opening conversation, "that you're one of those charming southern boys that shows a girl a good time at the bar. Could be, you're a tiger trying to hide his stripes. Could be both." It was her subtle way of helping him along his suspicions about her profession.
She tilted slightly so the edges of the fan were more in line with Ruger's sight. The silver gleamed prettily in the light of the club, but the lace and silk decorating the fan hid just how wickedly sharp it's spokes were. It was clearly not designed just for show if you could see it up close in the right light.
With a gentle snap she flicked it shut and then tapped the edge of the lace against her chin in thought as her eyes slid to Ruger once more, "If you have to run, I understand, but..." she paused as the bartender set her refilled glass back down, "I have a feeling you'd fit right in at my welcoming party," she offered.
It was time to see how quick Ruger was on the uptake. His response would dictate which of her backup plans to enact. The storm brewing outside was prickling along her senses and with the vampire's agitating attention, she could feel her own predatory control wrapping around her skin like an invisible barrier as she sized up the hunter beside her.
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