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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 16:19:26 GMT -8
It took her about ten minutes to get to the Sunset (thankfully enough time for her guise to return to normal). When she walked in, Fallon took in the usual sights. The shape of the ‘T’ shaped catwalk with it’s poles on the sides of the ‘T’s handle, the bar with it’s usual patrons and a girl dancing on top of it and even the DJ in his booth. With a bubbly and infectious smile, Fallon entered the mid sized strip club and sighed contentedly. Tonight was going to be a good night.
Noticing the stage again, Fallon smiled to daVinchi who was in the middle of her four song set. That was obvious by the amount of clothing she was not wearing. Giving herself credit for a job well done, Fallon commended herself on the fact that she had gotten the girl her job.
As if she owned the place, the fae moved to the bar and sat on an empty stool near the end and farthest away from the stage. She nodded to the tender as he brought her a Crown Royal Special Reserve and Cherry Coke.
“Thanks, doll,” she said.
The male offered her a wink and nodded. “Any time, Silvie. What are you doing here so early? You’re not on for another hour.”
“I know, but I wanted to see how daVinchie was doing. Seems she’s getting some tips like mad, huh? That’s going to be good for you tonight.”
He was about to say something else to her but he was pulled away by the demands of the customers. So, contentedly Fallon watched the crowds.
Her Guise form would always get her looks, with her red hair and sparkling brown eyes and a body built specifically for dancing... Fallon never lacked in the male department but right now, she wasn’t worried about the tips she would get tonight or the man who would grab her while she was on stage (there was always one) or anything else so very mundane. Currently, all that she was concerned with was the odd demon that she had met just a short time ago. He was so very odd!
Thinking to herself, Fallon went over the list of ideas she had about him. She also went over the list of rumors that had been flying around as of late. Could Rayik be a refugee from one of the states who’s Avandrya’s had been attacked by hunters? Could he be fleeing from something else? So many questions and so little answers. All that she could do was hope that he wasn’t a drifter and would leave town without seeing her again. He had piqued her interest and when that happened, Fallon was just about unstoppable.
Coming to terms with how she would deal with it if Rayik did not show was a bit more difficult. She would have to call up to the Seattle Avandrya and see if he showed his face. But then again, she didn’t know him well enough to alert other people. Those favors were called in on special circumstances. For now, she would just be waiting. She promised herself that she would find out more about him... Until her curiosity faded, that is.
As she thought, her Guise stayed as it should. It was only her true self that changed; her eyes shifting into a white color and then back to her general yellow. She had been concentrating hard on Rayik, it seemed. Looking up at the clock, she realized it was a whole half hour that she had sat there. That was unusual! Getting so caught up on her own thoughts.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 8, 2008 17:47:12 GMT -8
After having another few rounds of drinks, Rayik sat lost in his thoughts, a very rare thing for him. He rolled over the words in his head that transpired some time before. Why did she want him to come see her? It made little sense...they'd only just met, and he certainly had not been flirtatious. Anything but. He recalled some of the things he'd said to Fallon earlier and cursed himself for being so dismissive.
Always brushing people off. Even ones that were genuinely interested. It seemed to be Rayik's forte. Rayik rose after slipping the bartender more than enough cash. He made his way for the door...with the small handwritten note tight in his grip.
Off through the streets of Portland, Rayik took in the sights, the landscape, the buildings, everything. Rayik fell into his cave. His state of mind that was beyond thought...that merely saw the world as it was, without labels. This state is why he could fight, why he could move the way he did, and why he could see things coming before they happen. People used to tell him it was a lucky guess, or a good call. He knew better now. Rayik could see visions in this state of mind.
Completely without thought he strode through the streets. He never asked for directions...for some reason he never needed to when he walked with this presence. Rayik knew exactly where he was going without knowing where he was going. He took a shortcut to the Sunset Strip and examined the door. An odd location for a bar...wonder if she was a bartender or if she owned the joint.
He nodded to the bouncer and entered the bar. As soon as he walked in he knew...
There's no way she's a....
He averted his eyes from the main stage and went over to the bar...sitting down and sighing. Of course...that's why she was friendly. That's why she was interested. She wanted him to stuff some money into her bra. She bought him a drink, and makes a killing off his tips because she seduced him. The scenario played out in his head and made him sick.
He thought about leaving right there and then. “I'll at least finish my drink...” he said to himself quietly.
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 22:52:19 GMT -8
Fallon had already retreated to the dressing room by the time that Rayik arrived. She sat there, in front of the lighted mirror and put on the final touches of her makeup. She looked at her reflection, seeing the Guise that she wore. Her red hair was piled up on her head with a pair of decorative chopsticks holding it in place. It was loose enough that all she would need to do is remove the black sticks and her hair would come falling down in a cascade of ginger.
Nodding softly at herself, she took in her shining soft brown eyes that had been painted up darkly. Her smooth skin flawless without the need of a concealer and thus was only highlighted with a tint of blush over her high cheekbones. Her full lips were painted a shade of brownish red, a hue that would make them look black in the dark but red in the bright lights of the stage.
She allowed herself a glance at the wall and smirked at the clock that hung there. The time signified that she was about to be on duty. Fallon turned her gaze back to the mirror and glanced down at her barely clothed body. It was her curse and her blessing.
Her body was the reason that she had gotten into the job in the first place. She knew that and accepted it. It was part of her life. She stayed in the job because she enjoyed the attention and the people. But soon, it became just a hollow thing that she needed to do every day. She had to be honest with herself; she was getting tired of the probing hands... But the leering glances weren’t all that bad. And the money was great! She had made much more than she would have ever imagined in the time that she had been dancing.
Coming back the present, Fallon looked down at herself to make sure her skimpy little number was situated properly; not that it mattered since she was going to be taking it off soon anyway. But she noted the way that the sheer fabric cupped her breasts and the lacing moved down her abdomen to meet up with the barely there panties. Turning around to look at her backside in the mirror, she shook her head and sighed.
“Thongs are sexy but they are not very comfortable,” she said to herself with a smirk.
Stealing another glance to the clock, she headed out of the dressing room just as her DJ announced her (as Silvie). Plastering a smoldering look to her face, she took the three steps up and entered the side of the stage.
Stepping lightly on the floor below her, she allowed her three inch long heels to carry her to the first pole. Swinging an arm around it, she twirled until she faced the way that she started. With a pivot, she walked down the long end of the ‘T’ shaped stage like it was a catwalk or a runway.
As the music played, her body undulated with the sound of the beat and during that whole first song, she moved in the most seductive way but kept what little clothing she had on. At the start of her second song, she dropped to her knees and reached behind her back to unbutton the back of the ‘bra’. Flashing little peeks at her breasts before she actually removed the cloth.
Normally she would take her top off for the second song and leave the bottoms for the next song but because of how she was dressed, she had no option but to lay on her back and throw her legs up in the air while pulling off the entire outfit, leaving her completely nude and only in her heels.
Fallon had seen Rayik at the bar but tried to keep her attentions on her dancing. Though, she would sneak glances at him every now and then... all the while, having money tossed toward her.
Noticing a man and woman sitting together, Fallon crawled across the stage to rub her chest over the woman’s face before sitting in front of the man and opening her legs to view what lay between.
As the songs went on and the last one came to a close, Fallon moved to the back of the stage and flipped her body upside down on the pole where her legs held her, dangling. Her hands reached the bar and as she did so, her legs split open and then slowly bent her backward to do something similar to a cartwheel, with the pole being used to make it in slow motion. And once her feet hit the stage once again, the song had come to an end.
She didn’t bother moving to the stage and retrieving her tips. That would be done by one of the other girls and that was her right as the lead dancer for the Sunset Strip. Now, she could just go to the dressing room and throw a sheer robe over herself and head out to the bar.
Her steps were graceful as she visited every table and collected tips from each of the patrons that were not sitting at the stage... But she saved the best for last.
Smiling cheerily, Fallon greeted Rayik.
“I’m so glad you came. I didn’t get to talk to you for very long earlier and since I am in between sets and no one wants a private dance, I can talk to you until I have to go up for my next set,” she informed him.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 8, 2008 23:21:17 GMT -8
Rayik was speechless. He had all but gotten up and left when they announced “Silvie” up on the stage. He turned with nothing more than a passing interest and was immediately stunned. This was without a doubt the same girl he had spoken with in Avandrya. Seeing what she had done on stage had drawn him into more than just sexual appeal. This girl had grace. Watching her routine was mesmerizing.
His thoughts about her were no longer resentful in the slightest. He could barely speak to her, but kept his cool demeanor. “You did NOT tell me this was a strip club...I guess it just slipped your mind.” He straightened himself out and tried not to look at her any differently.
Another patron comes up and gives her ass a little slap and hollered, “Hell of a show there, Silvie!”
He had barely finished the sentence before Rayik reached out and grabbed his wrist, twisting it back so that he flipped to the floor on his back. Rayik let go instantly and backed off, to show there would be no further confrontation.
He was almost stunned how quickly he reacted. Not because of the speed or precision, but because he acted in her best interest and not his own.
Almost everyone looked over in his direction. He smiled and nodded to everyone, showing it was over. The other patron quickly dashed away, and this is when Rayik looked to Fallon and had an uncomfortable feel about him. No way to see his action any other way. Rayik just defended her. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything, only to watch how she would react.
He collected himself and sat back at the bar. Trying to seem like nothing just happened as the club returned to normal...
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 23:43:32 GMT -8
She didn’t even have a chance to open her mouth before some craptastic asshole laid his hands on her. But what was worse was that she didn’t still didn’t get to say a word when Rayik flicked that same asshole to the floor like he was nothing more than a wet dish rag.
Blinking in awe that someone she barely knew would stand up for her so visibly was impressive but what was even more impressive was that not one of the bouncers or the tender came back over to say a word to Rayik, like he had just done them all a favor... Hell, they were even looking at him in a form of awe.
Fallon sat on the stool next to Rayik’s in a stunned silence. She could do nothing but look at the man. After a few minutes, Fallon’s nature would no longer allow her to keep quiet. She had to know, she had to ask, she had to give answers.
“Would you have come if I would have told you that I am an exotic dancer,” she asked without waiting for a reply.
Motioning for the tender, she once again paid for Rayik’s drinks and gave the order that all drinks he purchased would be paid for by herself. She even told the tender that if he attempted to pay for his own drinks, she was to be informed.
“My way of saying thanks for... that. Why did you do it anyway?”
With her piercing eyes upon him, she placed her elbow on the bar and her head in her hand. Those yellow eyes had flickered black when she was touched and then back to yellow when the man was... pushed aside. Now, they were slowly gliding slowly toward red. But what could that mean?
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 9, 2008 0:07:33 GMT -8
Rayik collected himself. Reason and judgment, he said to himself. “I acted. I could already see you didn't approve...and I acted. I didn't mean to cause a scene, though. I must confess, I am a little embarrassed of that.” And that was all he said of the matter. He nodded to the bartender, conceding to the fact that he wouldn't be paying for none of his drinks this evening.
He looked over to her again, his blue eyes looking so different than the black orbs she had seen before. The blue eyes were nice...but his black eyes seemed to hide his very soul. Emotions, thoughts, feelings...everything a secret within their void. He drank a little more and turned to face her more.
“So stripping....I'm afraid to even ask why this job...” He knew she had the body for it. And the moves. Rayik had a very difficult time tuning out thoughts of her routine while looking at her in the robe. Thoughts of the outfit she wore...he had to mentally slap himself to keep a clear mind.
He didn't even have trouble ignoring the rest of the strippers. Tonight he was sure only one would piqued his curiosity. It was, however, quite difficult to keep his eyes from moving about her body.
He tried relaxing his posture more to seem less intimidating. He knew he came off as gruff, at the best of times. Reading more of her body language he could now tell she was simply happy to be around him. This allowed him to relax a little more...or maybe it was the whiskey in his system. Either way...it was nice not to think so much.
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 9, 2008 0:37:59 GMT -8
Lifting her head from her hand, Fallon grinned widely. She seemed happy that Rayik was dropping some of his guard and wanted to keep the conversation going. Leaning into his space, she breathed a thank you into his ear.
“He’s been on my case for a while, actually. So, I almost wish you would have done more than just flip him over onto his ass. But thank you, gorgeous,” she whispered.
Sitting back up, she straightened the sheer cloth over her nude body and sighed.
“I needed the money when I first got to Portland and it seemed like the fastest and easiest way. It’s a love-hate relationship I have with dancing. I love the dancing and I love the attention but I know that none of these people,” she motioned around at the general population of the club, “really want me. They just want to see me nude and wriggling around on the hardwood. Pun intended.”
Biting the inside corner of her lip, she looked at him sheepishly while crossing her lean but muscular legs. Rolling a tight shoulder, she finally let go of her lip and grinned.
“And I suppose, the reason why I didn’t tell you that it was a strip club was because of the fact that I wasn’t sure that you would come and... I hate to admit this, I wanted to see you again.”
She failed to mention her reasoning behind wanting to see him again and she almost hoped that he would not ask but there was something inside of her that wished he would.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 9, 2008 0:54:55 GMT -8
She wanted to see him again. Now it was out in the open. He wanted to see her again too, but there was no way he could say that. Not here and not like this. “Wanted to see me again...I think I must ask why. I'm nothing special, and you certainly don't know me.” He wanted to hear several different things from her. But he knew that she would respond in her own way. He remembered that he almost flinched when she moved near his ear.
Just her presence that close to him was hypnotic. He wanted more. He knew it was a simple craving, one that he could easily overcome. This time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to overcome it. She still intrigued him, almost to the point where he could let his guard down more.
He even wanted to see her dance again. Not with everyone watching, he decided. He hated the looks they gave and thoughts of theirs that followed. But nonetheless, he wanted to see her dance. It was simply poetry of the human form, and he could read it all night long as far as he was concerned. Of course...he would give no indication of this.
These thoughts passed through his head freely, and all the while he had not noticed himself simply staring at her body. Up and down, no place in particular. He moved his gaze back up to meet her's. Those eyes...those lips...he just soaked it all in.
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 9, 2008 1:32:48 GMT -8
Sitting in silence for a long while, Rayik must have thought that Fallon was completely ignoring his question but she was just thinking about how to best answer. The time passed slowly and she reached over to take a sip of his whiskey. There was no apology or askance about it, it seemed like a natural movement to her. And it was, she was deep in concentration that she didn’t even realize that she had taken the glass from the bar until after it was to her lips. By that time, it was too late.
That sheepish smile was in place as she flicked a lock of hair back over her shoulder and sat up straight. Wiggling her foot in a nervous manner, Fallon blushed.
“Well, I have a few reasons. One of which is that I do find you... attractive in that dark and brooding way; the other is that I like to meet people. I like to know them and I like to talk to them. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
Blinking, she sighed as the tender moved close to them and informed her that it was time for her to get ready for her next dance. Nodding to the man, she smiled an apology to Rayik and stood.
“Guess it’s that time.”
Rushing into the dressing room, Fallon left her hair down but quickly changed her clothing. When the music started up and the DJ announced that ‘Silvie’ was having her last dance of the night, she stepped up those stairs once more and darted to the first pole.
Pale blue cloth covered her body, tied gently below the breasts and hanging down in soft points at her upper thighs. Seen beneath the translucent cloth was another bit of fabric covering her womanhood (this time with a full back).
At the pole, she stroked the smooth metal before spinning around it and jumping to place it between her legs. Her forward motion had her twirling around the pole without her feet even on the ground. When she came to a stop, she used one leg to hold her up while pointing the other and arching her back.
Her body slowly began to slide down the pole so that when one foot touched the hard wood, she arched her back and placed her hands down to the floor. Pole still between her legs, she kicked off and somersaulted head over heels to a standing position. Only then did she walk down the length of the stage to greet her customers.
Her body writhed and moved as she ground against thin air and her knees finally touched down to the floor where she undulated and wiggled. Slowly but surely her clothing came off and her tips piled up... But her eyes rarely left Rayik as she danced.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 9, 2008 8:32:42 GMT -8
It was a war inside Rayik's head. He watched her move and wanted to go closer so badly, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want himself to look like the rest of them. Hungry wolves ready to be fed.
“Pathetic,” he thought. Being controlled by your desires like that was simply pathetic. Those thoughts flew as far from his mind as they could, however, the moment she moved forward on the stage. He watched her body flow, and simply knew he needed to see more.
He kept his cool and took a deep breath. Very casually, he moved to an empty seat that was right at the tip of the stage. He sat back, still absorbing all the sights around him. He kept a close eye on those around, and an even closer eye on the girl in front of him...
Rayik sipped at his whiskey some more...the same spot where she took a sip. He could taste her. It tasted good. Drinking more down, he watched her movements closely, relaxing into the view he leaned back and took a nice sigh.
It certainly wasn't like him to do anything like this. Follow a girl...defend her...watch her strip right in front of him. This was not his style. But she was different, and it called for a different actions. The situation called for where he was now. Watching her dance.
The others around him were hooting and hollering, yet he sat dead silent, as if he was watching an opera. A guy behind him reached forward to give him a pat on the back, but Rayik's hand shot back and caught his...without even having to turn around. The guy behind sort of jumped, “Hey man...just trying to get you to lighten up! She's the hottest thing in this place! Woo!”
Rayik released his hand and just turned said, “Don't touch me.” He turned back to see Fallon staring straight into his eyes. He almost gulped. Something was happening, but for once, Rayik hadn't the faintest idea what she was going to do or where she was going to move....
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 9, 2008 11:37:16 GMT -8
Sitting on her ass, the hardwood warm under her, Fallon moved one leg over the other and spun up onto her hands and knees. Crawling across the stage, she came to a stop in front of Rayik. The Fae sat back on her heels and ran her hands from her knees to her breasts where she played idly, her eyes burning into Rayik and taking in his expressions.
Fallon tried not to wince when the man touched the demon. She couldn’t imagine what was said since the roar of the music and the cheering of the crowd was blotting out any other sound but her own heartbeat in her ears. But it was over before anything happened...
As she placed her hands on the ground and popped her ass into the air, standing on hands and feet, she thought about Rayik and why he was acting so protective. He didn’t know her, she thought as she arched her back and stood upright. And when she hooked her thumbs around the sides of the panties, she thought about the fact that she just met the man. Quickly, she pushed the thin fabric down to the floor with a little shimmy of her legs. But as she danced, the thoughts continued.
What is it that is so compelling? Why was he watching with such intensity? Why was he so odd and yet different? Why was he in Portland? Where did he come from? The questions just kept piling up but most of them all lead back to the one thing that she wanted to know most; why was she so interested?
With the panties on the floor, she kicked them behind her and into the waiting lap of a greasy haired customer, who greedily pressed them to his face. This she saw as she glanced over her shoulder to aim them better. Turning back to Rayik, she smiled. A true smile and part of her wanted to tell him not to take the whole dance so serious but another part of her wanted him to know that she wasn’t truly seeing anyone else in that moment.
It was like that usually; she played to the crowds but always picked one man or woman to be her focus for her dance... She would read their body language and their facial expressions to see what they liked and what they didn’t and she would dance for them. It made her dances special and far from routine. But tonight, it was different. She was showing a part of herself to Rayik and he was watching her... Was he getting the message?
Sauntering forward on the stage, Fallon stopped at the edge and spread her legs just enough so that if he looked up he would see her, full in her glory but also so that she could see his face. Without a thought, she moved instantly into a squat. Opening and closing her knees before moving even lower. On her hands and knees, she walked her palms over the side of the stage and onto Rayik’s thighs. To give the men a show behind her, she bucked back and forth while coming closer and closer to the demon’s face.
When she was close enough, she cocked her head to the side a bit and pressed her mouth to his. Hoots and hollers were heard and they brought her back to her senses! She couldn’t believe she had done that and in public! Thankfully her songs were over. This time, she gathered her own tips and headed toward the back of the stage. She was in such a rush to get out of there that she let the greasy haired man keep her blue panties.
Once in the dressing room, Fallon sat down in a huff at that same lighted mirror. She was wanting to stare at herself and condemn herself for her actions but some of the other girls were not having that. A few were already in the dressing room when she entered and they wanted to know all about the dark man that ‘saved’ her. They wanted to know if he was going to be here all night. They wanted to know if she minded if they offered more than just a lap dance. What could she say? She didn’t know him. She didn’t have claim to him. All she knew is that he had defended her and she had crossed a line. She had kissed him! And while working! The shame, she told herself, the shame.
Fallon stayed there in that room, refusing to come out for a half hour. She figured that was enough time to have the semi drunken men forgetting her dance to the point that they wouldn’t ask to go back into a Champagne Room for a private number. Secretly she wished that Rayik was gone when she came out of the dressing room but she wanted him to be there as well. It was a confusing thought for her. How does one deal with wanting someone close but wanting them gone as well?
She took her time in getting dressed. Normal clothing for her was a nice pair of blue jeans and a brightly colored tank top. She put on her white sneakers and a little jacket before tossing all her belongings into a duffel bag. It was time to go home.
With a sigh and closed eyes, she opened the curtain and looked around the room. One of her desires would have to have come true. He was either there in the room, waiting for her. Or he was gone, either with one of the dancers or by himself. Either way, she didn’t want to know why he left if he did or even who he was with.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 9, 2008 12:12:25 GMT -8
Stunned wasn't quite the right word. Rayik wasn't sure there was a word in the English language to convey how utterly shocked he was at the kiss. His lips still tingled. When she left the stage he watched her go, and had no idea what to think about it.
“It was part of the show,” he silently mouthed to himself. A bold-faced lie if he'd ever heard one. He could feel it was more than just part of the show.
He almost laughed when he thought about how she must have felt. Probably as confused as him. He knew that part of her dance was for him. Rayik could read focus and energy, and her focus was locked on him.
Some time after she left the crowd simmered down to normal and two of the strippers walked right up to him and went to either side of his chair, smiling to him. The blonde one leaned towards and smirked, “How did you like being the star of that show?” The other stripper was a sexy Asian girl in a little cowboy outfit. She leaned in from the other side and whispered, “The guys were all watching her...but the girls...all watching you.”
Rayik almost shuddered. Here was a prime example of what he hated. His emotions, as well as loins, were rather heated from Fallon's little show, but he had no intention to quench that thirst with either of these ladies. He did find them attractive, but found their attitudes repulsive.
“Not tonight ladies...I would appreciate it if you left me alone,” was about all he could manage to saw to them. It came out more politely than expected as well. They seemed perplexed and both of them flipped on the flirtation switch at the blink of an eye.
The blond just smile and ran a hand over his strong shoulders. “We can make it worth your while...” The Asian stripper leaned forward, showing off some ample cleavage, “Two for the price of one...”
Rayik didn't even feel the need to respond this time around, he stood up and walked over to the bar, ordering his drink. He looked anxiously towards the door to the dressing rooms. He brushed off several more strippers over the course of the night. It was clear he only had his sights on one. His actions this night baffled him more than almost any night before. He decided he no longer cared about that...because his lips were still tingling.
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 9, 2008 22:57:38 GMT -8
She was more than a little shocked by the fact that Rayik had stayed. She was even more surprised that he pushed away one of the more ‘affectionate’ dancers. So she stood there, in that form of shock and watched him from across the room until she could not stand in the way any longer.
Her lithe legs carried her across the room and to his side. Her head didn’t move to look into his face. In fact, she kept her head looking forward and her hands gripping the edge of the bar. This was something she had to do and she would do it no matter how uncomfortable she was.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” her voice was barely a whisper. “I won’t be bothering you again, Rayik.”
It was best this way, she told herself. There was no need to get involved with some strange man that she didn’t know. There was no reason for her to find out about him or anyone at all, for that matter. So, she would get rid of the temptation that was him and the easiest way to do that was to remove herself from the situation.
She turned then and stalked out the door, duffel bag over her shoulder and her car keys in hand. Once the door was closed behind her, she almost ran to her 1954 Dodge Pickup. Keys in hand she was able to toss the duffle in the truck bed and open the door.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 9, 2008 23:25:02 GMT -8
Should have seen it coming. It was a little surprising, but he could understand. She put herself out there...possibly more than she wanted. Rayik shifted off the bar after watching her leave.
He waited a minute or so and he wandered out of the bar. Looking up to the night sky, he immediately discerned his location. Taking a deep breath, he started walking. Heading towards his temporary home, a small Dojo located in Chinatown. It would probably be an hour's walk or so from here.
His thoughts remained unconcerned with the events after she kissed him. This sort of thing WAS typical for Rayik. He was used to having girl either intimidated or offended. Scaring girls away seemed to be his specialty, and he was not particularly upset about it.
The thought of returning to his dojo comforted him. Rayik had once met an aikido master in Alaska, that had taught him many things. When he had learned that one of his sensei's had moved to Oregon, at a time when he needed to leave Texas desperately, it seemed only logical to him to seek him out once again. These thoughts kept his mind nice and far away from the night earlier, which sounded just fine to him.
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