The night just didn't feel right for a run, nor did it seem like a night to hit the wetlands or wilderness outside the city for a more primal meal. Tonight was definitely one of those "hit the night spots and grab something to eat" kind of nights. So instead of running to one of the many clubs in town then having to drag himself out to find some food later, Daniel decided to take himself across the street from his hotel to a bar and grill called Finnigans.
The setting had everything he was looking for. A dance floor and an "every night is ladies night" policy to attract the finer things in life and hot food from the bar. The lights were low everywhere save at and behind the bar, with large screen televisions broadcasting the current sporting events around the bar area. Captions turned on of course, as none of the voices could be heard very well over eachother let alone over the thumping from the dance floor.
It would be the bar where Daniel could be found, chewing down on a medium cooked burger and some fries with bleu cheese dip for, of course, dipping. He really did miss the great American delicacies while in japan. Between bites, he joked with some of the locals, loosening the black and white tie from the collar of the designer black button up he decided to wear for the evening. "And I swear every time I went to leave that little store the old owner gentleman would chase me out yelling 'Hurry up and buy! Hurry up and buy!' That will definitely be something I don't miss about japan."
The old men sitting around at the bar all laughed at the younger mans humor, and went on talking and musing about their yesterday's as well. Typical bar talk. Finishing his meal, he'd turn in his stool to face the dance floor and the entrance. Did he really feel like dancing tonight? Perhaps. But he would need some coaxing to drag himself down there. He'd find reason in the crowd, but of not, his hotel was right across the street anyway.
Back at the house, Dee was in the living room watching Billy the Exterminator, drinking a beer. When she finished her beer, she threw her hands and legs in the air to ricochet off the recliner, and yelled loudly, knowing that they could hear her very clearly.
"THAT'S IT! I'm tired of just sitting here dammit. Maya! Zoe! Trent! Get your asses ready! We're going out!"
Ever since Hair Gel left with Venus's fiance Vincent to New York to search for yet another abducted wolf, Dee was the head bitch in charge of Trent, Maya and Zoe. She knew that everyone was going insane. Wolves couldn't stay couped up in a place for too long. There was only so much they could do in the house, and they've all pretty much watched every single movie all of them owned. She slid down the hallway like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, and immediately started rummaging through her clothes. Finally settling on an outfit, she ran into the bathroom, fluffed up her hair, applied her make-up, and went back into the living room, waiting on Trent, Maya and Zoe to finish.
Once everyone was ready, she piled them up into her Hummer, and stepped on the gas, blaring Sevendust from her speakers. She turned down the music and peered into her rearview mirror so that she could talk to the others.
"I'm just so tired of sitting around the house all day. I know yall were going insane as much as I was so I thought we deserved a night out. We done watched every movie, ate most of the popcorn, and there's only so much we could do on the Internet. So I thought that yall deserved a night out, especially after what we've been through. I mean Zoe, I know you got vampires and shit hunting for your ass, which I have no clue why, but you can't stay couped up in the house forever, ya know? We gotta live a little."
The drive to Finnigans didn't take long at all, in fact, it only took them about ten minutes to drive there and find a parking spot that wouldn't cause a parking ticket. Dee got out of the car and headed towards the back, opening the trunk to retrieve a few weapons, just in case. She handed the Baby Nambu to Trent with the safety on, and then took the R92 Revolver, lifting up her dress and concealed it between her thighs. "The Baby Nambu is one of my favorite guns. It's very small, easy to conceal, but damn it's got some serious power behind it. Hide it in your pants pocket or something. Better be safe than sorry, right?" She knew that Trent could handle the gun without a problem. Slamming the trunk closed, she and the others headed inside the bar.
Surprisingly, the bar was packed; the smell of food, alcohol, and pure fun invaded the crowded atmosphere. This was perfect. Dee wore a halter, form-fitting red number that enveloped her body like a second skin; each curve of her hourglass figure was hindered for all the world to see. The top hem swooped low to allow those full, supple breasts divulge, as the bottom hem cut her mid-thighs; her long, smooth, creamy stems with matching red, strappy heels carried her lithe frame towards the bar. Those long, black licorice locks were down and flowing, caressing the small of her back as they lightly swayed to the rhythm of her body. Red was one of those colors that was perfect to her skin complexion and dark hair.
Once they approached the bar, she called out to the bar tender. "Four Jager bombs please!" Just then, the smell of wolf stung her nostrils; those glistening, emerald jewels followed towards the guy adjacent from them. He was dressed in a suit, appearing that he just got off work, and was talking and joking with a group of other patrons. "Well, it looks like we've got a new wolf in town, yall." She inclined softly to Trent, Maya, and Zoe.
Daniel's ears almost twitched when he heard the word 'Wolf' spoken in the bar, then the scent might as well have smacked him in the face. Daniel's face went from smiling, joking, to a knowing smirk. He'd have to be defensive, as there was definitely more than one, but that wouldn't put a single chink in his confidence. He had his own back up, after all.
He pressed his beast against every sense he had, letting the experiences around him be in tandem. The push was sufficient enough that should a fluid shift be necessary, even in the crowded area, he would just have to unleash the power to do so. No preparation necessary. His body turned toward them, and his hand went up to his tie to further loosen it.
"I really had expected you all to find me sooner or later. So the calvary has finally arrived." His eyes came to scan the small crowd that was directed to his presence, and he began picking them apart one by one in his brain. Analyzing everything as quickly as he could. The scent of gunpowder and wild orchids caught his attention the most. That gunpowder scent likely belonged to the person itself, and wasn't a direct hit on the firearm, but he was suspicious they existed simply because it was in the air.
He, on the other hand, held no such cues. Not a scent of oil for a firearm, nor ammunition, not even leather oils for a knife sheath. He was unarmed, but still confident in the face of being an outside in pack land. His youth may have been a factor in that, being visibly younger than most of their 'condition.' The twenty one year old wolf took it upon himself to physically approach them first, choosing to close the gap rather than try and talk over the pounding music in the dance floor's area. "No pointy, sharp objects pointed at me, no guns drawn, and no one has screamed join or die at me in a foreign language yet. This definitely isn't Tokyo." He mused, while drinking the lead ladies' looks in. She held an aura of confidence herself, but he discounted part of it because of the likely possession of a firearm or knife masked under her scent.
"So, will it be a chase or proposition? Or do you plan on dragging me back to your Ulfric no matter what I say?" The guy had obviously had one or two bad run ins with being approached by a new pack. It wasn't that he was outwardly not trusting, as he moved in their direction without making move for any defensive objects. He didn't outwardly flaunt his power either, didn't pulse it by lifting his shield and slam it on them, but subtle cues would point how high he held himself. His head was high, eyes didn't fear a direct link, he didn't bow his head in the least, didn't tilt it in either direction, and his metaphysical partner moved in such unison that his level of control over his beast had to be at an expert level.
That, and he had a provocative mouth on him. "Hm, If you chased me.." He'd glance Dee over, and give a toothy smile to her. His teeth were normal, none of the showoffy effects some of the younger shifters liked to throw in. Just pearly whites. "I might just let you catch me." He laughed under his breath to his own little comment, and just waited for her to speak back to him.
Once they retrieved the four shots of Jager bombs, they raised their glasses in the air and toasted. "Here's to an awesome night! WOOOO!" Dee yelled, clinking her glass to the others and downed the weird-tasting mixture of Jager and beer. If it was one taste Dee did not like, it was licorice. She squinted her face, and slammed the glass back on the counter. "Ugh, I just remembered I hate licorice." She laughed, wiping the excess liquid from her lips with the back of her hand. She leaned over the counter to get the bar tender's attention again; her round, apple-curved buttocks bent outwards toward the atmosphere. She knew that her ass looked quite good in this tight, red little number she was wearing.
When the young pup approached their group with a brave, confident attitude, Dee peered over her nude shoulder, and rolled those glistening, emerald jewels off to the side in annoyance. She could feel the twenty-one year old's beast rise in defense, ready to attack any and all that was in his way. Dee knew that having a rogue always on defense like he is now is not a good idea to have roaming in the city.
"Ohh put a leash on it, dude. We're not here to drag you by your damn tail to our Ulfric or recruit you in the pack. Sheesh. Don't need to go all power-penis on us or anything." Dee wasn't looking to start a bar fight, nor was she looking for new pack members, although that wasn't such a bad idea. And if Dee actually recruited this new pup, she would definitely be more on Silent's good side.
As the man closed the distance between himself and her, Dee stood two inches above him, due to the strappy stilettos on her feet, and looked a little ways down, placing her hands on her slender hips. "Even if I wanted to recruit you, doesn't seem like you'll put up much of a fight anyways since you might let me catch you.." A wink fluttered from those long dark lashes.
"Well since nothing is going to happen tonight, and we're just here to have fun, I'd like you to meet my roomies. This is Trent, Zoe, and Maya." She inclined, waving to each one as she said their names. "And I'm Dee. What's your name underdog?"
Daniel looked at her a moment, just looked at her nice and long before he spoke up, his look remaining serious the entire time the words formed on his lips. "Trust me babe, you couldn't handle the power behind this penis." it took a few seconds after he spoke up for the wolf to snicker and drop his serious act.
"Good thing you aren't here to beat me down and drag me back, it seems to me you are a few short in number to attempt such a feat, let alone accomplish it." The man looked up to her, smiling before continuing. "And letting you catch me, well, I like to keep my options open." he snickered to himself again, pausing to answer her last question. "Nice to meet you all as well. Names Daniel Froste. So, you don't mind if I join in on your party since you aren't going to try to beat me down? Some fun is in order, after all, I may have just met new allies."
The more Jager bombs Dee fed to Trent, Maya and Zoe, the looser they became. Good, that's what she wanted them to feel. They've all been so uptight and always alert at the house until Geller came back, they needed to loosen up a little and have a bit of fun. As she downed another bomb while Daniel spoke of his penis to her with such a serious face, she upchucked the alcoholic liquid, and spewed it in his face, showering his young, handsome features. Immediately, her hand reflexed to her mouth, and her glistening emerald jewels squinted to the smirk hidden behind her palm. And then a howling, heart-filled laughter bursted from her lips.
"Ohhh yeah I'm sure! Hunny, if I could kill a target a hundred miles away with an XM307, I'm pretty sure I could handle your penis without any problems."
She shook those black licorice locks side to side, motioning her thumb to Daniel while she turned towards Trent, Maya and Zoe as if she was saying 'get a load of this guy.' At Daniel's next remark, Dee cocked her head to the side, and narrowed her eyes. "You're really going to pull that card on me? Baby please. I have taken down vampires, lycanthropes, and paranormals with an artificial leg as a human! I'm sure I would not have a problem taking you down, let alone as a wolf sweety pie." She reached around and patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Sure you can join us! Bar tender, another round Jager bombs please and add another one!" She called to the bar tender, and once he made the drinks, she passed them around and then one to Daniel. "To new allies." She smiled, clinking her glass to his own, and they all threw back another bomb. Maya nearly exploded with excitement when a familiar song came on, and she grabbed Zoe and Trent out to the dance floor. Dee stuck behind with Daniel, but kept a watchful eye upon the trio. "So tell me about yourself Daniel. Where are you from? Howcome you came here to New Orleans?"
Daniel blinked for a moment, his skin dripping with the alcohol that had spewed from the fine females mouth. He paused, and several things went through his head. Did she purposefully just spit alcohol in her face or was it just one of those catch someone drinking and make them laugh moments? Really he couldn't tell. Where other men would become beet red in the face and likely fly off the handle, Danny kept his cool. His shirt was unbuttoned and slipped off, revealing what little ink he had, while he wiped his face off with the back of it. And right as the bartender was about to yell about the bars shirt rule, he slid it back on and buttoned up a few buttons. It was after he was clean that he would speak in return to Dee. "I must apologize but I fail to see what shooting a gun has anything to do with your handling my penis. Now, if you had said that you can crush a gargoyles yeas between your thighs, then I would be farther inclined to believe it as fact. And hon, taking me down wouldn't be the hard part, it's after you get me horizontal, walking the next day would be your greatest challenge yet." Apparently the guy had a sense of humor, and his demeanor was actually quite friendly, though he refuses to let himself be lowered by her words. When he was serves the drink, he thought about it a moment. Daniel never really drank, but in this case it was a toast to new allies, so he would make an exception. After observing her toast and seconding it, he dropped the shot in bomb style and downed the drink like a pro. "Born and raised in Hawaii, moved to London about four years ago, to Tokyo about three months after that, and then I popped up here a few weeks ago." He contemplated really answering why he was there, the fact that Mai was gone and he was hunting the beast that had turned him and partially eaten the rest of his family. He decided to keep it simple. "Me? I am looking for someone, but I like the area so much I may be staying." yeah, much easier to say.
She couldn't help but continue her laughter when she accidentally spewed alcohol in Daniel's face. But, that laughter stopped bruptly, however, when he removed his shirt and in plain view were a few tattoos but mostly scars. A part of her wanted to know more about him; where did those scars come from, how did he get them, was it before or after he turned into a wolf, etc. She cleared her throat, and ordered a beer instead of another shot of Jager. Shots were fantastic, but for chatting matters, it was easier to sip on beer.
When the next sentence of more joking insults poured from his mouth, Dee's nude shoulders lifted and silently fell, blowing it off. Tonight she didn't want to get into an argument, or for that matter, pull a gun out on him and blow his face off. Nope, it was a night of fun and frisk, and since he was a new wolf in town, Silent probably wouldn't appreciate one of her wolves killing another at least without talking to her first.
"Wow, so you get around a lot. That's cool though. I did a lot of traveling myself, but when I came here, I felt like I was home. So I'm staying until some other disaster happens." She took another sip of her dark ale, and continued to watch the trio dancing on the floor. She averted her attention back to Daniel. "Well, if you're looking for more wolves or the Ulfric, go to the Hookah. Her name is Silent, and she's also the owner of the place. You might like it though if you're into smoking mary jane and different flavor tobaccos, and just wanting to chill."
Maya, Trent, and Zoe approached Dee wanting to go get something to eat and then home since they pretty muched danced all the alcohol out of their system. She turned to Daniel, brushed her cheek against his own, and smiled. "Hope to see you around Underdog." She blew him a kiss, and headed out the door with her roomies, climbing back into the Hummer, and headed towards Mona's Cafe, a great place for afterhour grub.
