blowing smoke [corrine]

[TYBALT "ANTHALOS" LEOFRICK]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, bpx-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #131313; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #131313; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #131313; background: url(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii106/wauuw/blacktexture-4.png); width: 448px;] Loud music, flashing lights, close and hot bodies mingling on the dance floor... There was no doubt, this place was a nightclub. It was one that a certain demon visited quite frequently actually, a place like this was a wonderful place for him to find new victims. Sure some of them were too shallow to allow him to get close and make them feel the sting of betrayal, but even when that did happen he could still end up with a night of fun. While they couldn't provide a good meal, the shallow ones could certainly be... Entertaining, to say the least. Tybalt really didn't care if he gave into the lustful temptations like this so easily, he was a demon after all. And this night he had on a nice long sleeved shirt and a jacket and jeans, looking remarkably good in such a simple outfit. But then again, he always looked good. And he knew it. As he entered the club, his deceivingly innocent blue eyes looked around the warm room in an almost calculating fashion, trying to pick out good victims. The vulnerable and dependent usually seemed to be the best, though a challenge was never a bad thing either. When his gaze landed on the pretty bartender, the corners of his lips upturned into a little smile. He had seen her before when he had come here, but he never really got the chance to approach her since the place was usually crowded. Tonight, however, the place seemed to be more empty than usual. "Rum and coke," he called out his order when he reached the bar, moving to lean up against the counter as he raised right hand a little to help grab her attention. After that he moved to cross his arms on top of the counter and he leaned on them heavily as he watched her. Tybalt almost seemed to be studying her for a couple of moments, as if he was trying to determine whether or not this was a good idea or not. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be stuck on that side of the bar," he decided to go for it, turning on the charm. Worst came to worst, he could just cut his losses and move onto someone else... Yeah, right. Like that would happen. Once he locked onto a target, he usually didn't let up until he either got what he wanted or realized that they were a complete waste of his time. "And I feel like I should know your name by now. I've probably been here enough times while you were working," Tybalt said with an easy smile, heavily suggesting that she should give him a name.

[corrine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #212121; width: 350px; padding: 10px, bTable][atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #ffffff; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; background: url(http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/3327/tabspattern.png); padding: 8px; border: 2px dashed #BCD2EE; ] In Corrine’s line of work it was hard to keep up a casual appearance. Some days she was in Chicago helping with some major life crisis and other days she was in San Francisco biding her time until she was needed. Somewhere along the line a fellow whitelighter suggested a job, so that she didn’t seem so all over the place. Since firefighting wasn’t an option she went to her next best skill set. Corrine was by no means the girl who got hammered every weekend in college, but she was friends with frat guys and they always needed a bartender. Fortunately for her around the time she settled in San Francisco so did Max. Surprisingly it was an easy enough fit. Max didn’t bother asking too many questions about where she was from or anything like that. Corrine didn’t break anything and she was a fast learner which was a step up from the guy who had been training her. After the first week of making sure she didn’t burn the place down Max didn’t really bother her. The same could hardly be said for the patrons of the club. Apparently the little blond bartender from New York was something special because they were awfully interested. Vanity had never been something that Corrine suffered from but she wasn’t stupid enough to think she wasn’t pretty either. If she was the guys at the bar had no problem reminding her on a night to night basis, which was why she didn’t think twice about it when someone started in on her. Normally she could just hand over the drink and walk away but the club wasn’t crowded and the least she could do was be civil. Still she wasn't exactly a fan of his pick up lines. “No?” she asked with a small grin, “then where should I be?” She wasn’t offended, not really, men always seemed to know exactly where women belonged. Judging by his appearance she could guess what he was thinking but she just let it slide when he asked about her name. She contemplated for a moment whether it was worth lying to him as she poured the shot of rum into his glass and then began to fill it with coke. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, I would remember someone like you.” By that she could have meant any number of things but for the time being it was a compliment. There weren’t too many people who came into Max’s dressed the way he was with that cool confidence about them. “I’m Corrine,” she said placing a napkin on the bar and then his drink on top of it. “and you are?” A name for a name seemed a fair trade and seeing as he was so adamant to get her name she was all the more eager to know his.

_{^{TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC}}

[TYBALT "ANTHALOS" LEOFRICK]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, bpx-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #131313; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #131313; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #131313; background: url(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii106/wauuw/blacktexture-4.png); width: 448px;] Tybalt's smile widened some when she asked where she should be, an answer that would surely get him slapped passing through his head. He wouldn't say it, but it was amusing to think about. From what he had seen so far, he was pretty sure she wasn't that sort of girl. "Out here having fun with the rest of us, of course. It's almost like you're caged back there, unable to join in... Although I suppose you may prefer it that way," he said with his naturally smooth voice, and his eyes ran up and down her form as if he was trying to figure out what kind of gal she was, exactly. So far the demon wasn't quite sure how he should act to get to her, so he was trying to be at least somewhat careful with how he was acting. Everyone was different, and he had to work around manipulating them in different ways. Sure he had seen her a few times before this, but he never had paid much attention since she had seemed to be so unapproachable. Never had he seen her when they weren't in here either, so he never really targeted her. Now, however, he likely wasn't going to be removing the crosshairs until he got what he wanted. "Maybe I'm just not as memorable as you think, just another face in the crowd," Tybalt chuckled, smirking a little. Of course he had actually been her before, and sometimes this woman was working as a bartender and sometimes she wasn't. Normally he was tied up with another person though, which could be why she never really noticed him. Never before had he paid her special attention. He was liking the compliment though, it hopefully meant that she was warming up to him at least a little bit. Maybe. That or she was just polite, which was still information he could use since he was trying to figure her out. People were like puzzles to the demon, some were simple to piece together while others weren't. Always he used this calculating way of thinking, and it had been working out pretty well for him during the past thousand years. "Corrine? Beautiful name," he said in a tone that hinted he was talking about more than just her name with that comment. "I'm Ty, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Corrine," he raised his glass to her as he spoke, and brought it to his lips to take a sip after that last word left his lips. And he wasn't quite giving his full name because 'Tybalt' was a strange one these days. "So, how long have you been working here anyway?"