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[Drunken Fish] Get A Kiss [Raven]

Postby Logan Storm on April 16th, 2015, 6:41 pm

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"Alright guys, you know the rules," Jax said to the men that surrounded him, which were two in total. Among these two men was Logan, the second was Logan's friend, Angello. Jax was an incredibly muscular man that outreached Logan in height, and also his friend, and Angello was a very skinny man who was the same height as Logan. Compared to one he looked incredibly handsome, compared to the other he looked extremely scrawny.

"I pick the women and you gotta get them to kiss you. If ya can't get them to kiss you, you gotta come back and take six shots."

"Why don't you participate again?" Angello asked Jax, interrupting his rule rundown.

Logan patted the bulky mans back and said, "Because he's petching married, that's why. And being married means losing your testes to your wife."

"I have enough testes to kick your ass," Jax said matter of factly which prompted the group to laugh. Logan glanced at his friend Jax, already marked with Cheva's prints on his neck. It was a nice mark that would stick with Jax forever. If he ever cheated, or thought of cheating, that mark would change and his wife would know immediately what he had done. The mark was a good symbol for the binding of marriage, and the keeping of promises.

"I gotcha. So, who you got for us?" Logan asked his married friend. He leaned forward on their table and began scoping the area. The drunken fish was swarming with people who wanted to enjoy the dry night. For twelve days there was nothing but rain in Sunberth. It made walking outside horrible. Streets flooded and men carrying metal feared getting struck by lighting. Now that the storm ended, every tavern in the city filled with people, some people Logan had never seen before.

Logan smiled at the women in the bar who he had tasted before and winked at the new women who he had not met, yet. There was a substantial amount of female candidates for the drinking game Logan and his friends were playing.

The way the game was played was as his friend described it. His married friend would pick a girl from the tavern and have them try to seduce her into kissing them. Get a kiss and you win the game, if you don't get a kiss then you must take several shots of heavy wine. If your competition got a kiss before you then you must take several shots.

It was a stupid game Logan and his friends made out of boredom. After playing the game so many times it became their favorite pastime.

"Alright, you..." Jax touched Angello on the shoulder and pointed to a waitress serving a group of sailors. She wore the same skimpy outfit every slave waitress wore to draw appeal for the men. She looked very tired and almost angry. She must have been a new slave because most didn't have fire in their eyes in this tavern like she did.

Angello frowned. "No fair. Why do I get the slave?"

"I don't choose for fairness, I choose for difficulty. Logan could handle that slave way better than you," Jax stated and waved one finger back and forth as though he was telling the truth. In response Logan gave his signature wink at Angello, who shook his head and stood from his seat.

"Time to prove you wrong," Angello said confidently, then walked away from their table.

"Now, for you." Jax began looking around again, searching for one woman who would prove a challenge for Logan to get a kiss from.
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Postby Raven Nightfoot on April 17th, 2015, 2:15 pm

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It had been a been slow day, or rather a slow almost two weeks for the dark haired thief, the constant rains had made it difficult to make a living and now she was forced to return to her old hunting grounds, taverns. The multitude of drunk and disorderly people that frequented the establishments had always made them a reliable place to 'make' some coin and with her lack of recent success she had no choice. Arriving at The Drunken Fish, Raven entered, stopping in the doorway for a moment to examine the room for vacancies and before quickly making her way to one of the only empty tables positioned near the back of the room.

As usual she wore her tight black leather pants and boots but, instead of her matching corset, today she wore a black vest. It may not have shown off the same assets but just like most of Raven's clothing it left little to the imagination and played on one of her strong points, her beauty. Her deep amber eyes assessed the state of each man as she passed, in search of someone who seemed intoxicated enough to be an easy target, most returning the gaze with the addition of lust.

Reaching the vacant table Raven sat herself down, crossing her legs as she returned to examining the inhabitants with an uninterested look on her face, not seeing anyone who looked particularly rich and worth robbing so she would probably have to settle for a few coins which, in the end, was still better than none. There didn't seem to be anyone drunk enough to rob just yet, though the night was young and she had learnt to be patient when it came to her 'profession', sooner or later an opportunity always made itself known.
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[Drunken Fish] Get A Kiss [Raven]

Postby Logan Storm on April 17th, 2015, 9:05 pm

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"Oh, oh, I got one!" Jax said tapping Logan on the shoulder excitedly. Logan looked at Jax quizzically then followed his finger to a woman alone in a table. She had golden hair that drifted down to her hips and a set of light blue eyes that illuminated under her bright smile.

Logan stared at her long enough for her to notice him. Her cheeks went bright red as she turned away in embarrassed delight. Logan continued staring, part of his face turning into a grin. Jax looked from one person to the other then sighed heavily. Logan's attention came back to Jax when he said ,"Never mind."

Jax was frowning now, probably disappointed that his 'target' for Logan seemed not so hard to get. Jax chose women based on their looks. The ones that were far more good looking than Logan, and knew they could get someone better than Logan, were the type of women he chose for Logan. And Logan always admitted that those women were challenging, but he always managed to win somehow.

Until now...

Jax looked at the front of the door when a large grin swept his face. Logan followed his eyes, end everyone else eyes, to the raven haired woman that walked in. He turned to Logan and said, "I found your kiss girl."

Logan heard him, but he didn't look back at Jax. His eyes remained on her, as they did the first time they saw her. She strode down to a lone seat, every man from every part of the bar watching her move. Logan remembered the sway of her hips the last time he saw this woman, the rekindled demand for her sweet love when had when he noticed her from the back, then he pushed those memories to the back of his head.

He poured himself a small cup of wine then drained it into his system. His lips contracted together as he swallowed the alcohol in his mouth, then he shivered.

He stared towards his friend who was grinning from ear to ear. "I petching hate you," he stated, then turned his eyes back to his target.

He was analyzing her now, trying to notice everything about her that would make her crave him. He noticed that she was looking around the room a little too intently. What was she looking for, he wondered. He kept a serious look as he watched her. When he found the right time, Logan would walk to her and say some words to draw her to him. But for now, he would wait and see what it was she wanted in this tavern.
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[Drunken Fish] Get A Kiss [Raven]

Postby Raven Nightfoot on April 18th, 2015, 9:11 pm

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It was a bit nostalgic, sitting in the back of a bar and scoping out her next victim, something she'd done in several cities already, her home Syliras, Ravok and now Sunberth, the only reason she hadn't done it in Nyka was because she was terrified by the possibility of being caught and literally losing a hand. Everywhere she'd done it, the strategy was always the same, arrive, patiently wait for most of the tavern's inhabitants to get drunk, a few always taking it too far and then once she'd spotted someone who seemed just the right mixture of drunk, vulnerable and wealthy, strike swiftly. Of course, over the years she'd seen her fair share of failures, the dance never going according to plan. She recalled, once long a ago in Syliras, that a target was getting a bit too grabby which would not have been too much of a problem had her friend Aoren not stepped in and taken a bottle to the shoulder. "Great times." a small smile playing at the corner other lips at the recollection of that eventful night.

Only a few short moments later Raven was greeted by what was to be the first brave(or intoxicated to the point of courage) man of the night, there might not necessarily have been a second or third but it was more likely than not. The man approached, blatantly attacking her body with his gaze, before he came to a stop only a meter from her and opened his mouth to begin what would surely be another 'original' pickup line. The man had barely begun to speak, not even having a chance to say more than a single syllable when Raven raised her hand effectively halting his progress and adding only a slow and disapproving shake of her head from side to side she had delivered her swift rejection. The man's sparsely toothed smile quickly dropped into a frown as he turned to walk away, grumbling unhappily at the embarrassment the woman had caused him as his drinking buddies roared with laughter back at their table.

There had been no point in allowing the man to waste either of their time, he may have fulfilled the criteria of hopelessly drunk but he certainly hadn't been wealthy enough to become a target, not unless he'd been hiding his riches beneath the horrendous stench and filth that encompassed his shambled form. A sigh escaped the woman's lips as she ran a hand through her neatly cut bob of dark hair, something that she hardly ever did. She was bored, her tavern prowling experiences had taught her that the majority of drinkers only became eligible for theft when the eleventh bell approached and it was still a good chime until then.
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Postby Logan Storm on April 19th, 2015, 12:15 am

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Logan watched with intense eyes as a man stood from his seat. Judging by how the mans eyes only steadied on one place, Logan already knew where he was heading.

"Looks like you are about to lose your target," Jax said in a mocking tone. Logan shook his head and watched as the man lustfully walked over to her. His body struggled to stride straightly and not stagger, signifying that the man was a little tipsy, but drunk enough to be bold.

Still looking at the man, Logan said, "It's not going to happen. I know what she wants and... It's not him."

The man opened his mouth, and as soon as he did Raven pulled up her slender fingers into a halt symbol. She shook her head disapprovingly and the man suddenly turned depressed. His pride wounded, he lurched back to his original table where his friends were rioting with laughter.

"Ouch," Jax said watching the mans friends console and tease him. "How do you approach a woman like that...?"

"You get on your knees, crawl to her, beg that she shows you a slight form of love, and pray that she recognizes your existence," Logan replied. He reached for the only bottle of red wine and two glass cups from his table. Jax scowled at Logan because Logan was taking the only bottle of wine that Jax had bought.

"And, if you are good looking enough, or useful enough, she might keep you as one of hers." Logan stood from his seat when he would see her looking somewhere near his direction. He banked on her seeing him, but he would not particularly look at her as he stood. His attention would be on Jax, and it would stay that way until the wine and cups were firmly in his fingers and he was done talking with Jax.

When he was, he would slyly look at her, turn away then nod to Jax. With wine in one hand and cups in the other, he would walk to Raven. Eyes would be on him, especially from the man who was shot down by her, and whispers would begin to play in his ear.

Without saying a word, or being invited, Logan would sit down across from her and place the material in his fingers on the table. His attention would remain on what he brought, pouring the red wine from the bottle into the drinking glasses.

"If you are going to steal from someone, I would advise intoxicating the rich looking men instead of sitting here and looking agonizingly sexy," Logan would say when he finished the pouring.

Logan didn't know for sure her plans on tonight. He only guessed from the way she was looking at people, and the ending of their last meet, that she had malicious intent on a mans coin purse. Of course, his experience with being a bodyguard also assisted him in making his conjecture.

Logan grinned at her a little then turned serious again. He passed her a glass cup and watched her with eyes that came close to those of a wild wolf. He leaned on the table with his elbow and allowed one of his palms to cover his lips which he'd wet with his tongue. "But then," he continued, "if you did that, then I wouldn't be here talking to you at this moment, which would make me very sad."
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Postby Raven Nightfoot on April 19th, 2015, 12:57 am

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It wasn't long after she had rejected the poor drunkard and returned to her uninterested scouting that her gaze fell on a man standing at the bar, his muscular build quickly catching her attention as she focused on his features. It took her a short moment of watching him talk before she noticed the Cheva mark on his neck and lost interest, she wasn't interested in married men, no matter how appealing their physique was. It was only after she'd lost interest in the larger man that she noticed the slightly smaller form of his friend who upon turning around, she immediately recognised as White Rabbit, her amber eyes locking on his as she watched him confidently approach.

She had met the handsome man on two separate occasions, the first being at Tall Johnny's Casino where she had watched him in a cage fight and the second, a few days ago when he had unnecessarily assisted her in teaching a few lowly thugs a lesson in respecting women. She had long since decided that he was attractive, far beyond anyone else she had seen during her time in the lawless city, though that wasn't enough and she hadn't yet decided whether his company was worth her attention, though tonight would most likely yield an answer to that question.

As the handsome man approached, most of the tavern's male inhabitants who'd witnessed the first man get shot down held their breath in anticipation for the second, but amber met brown as the two young adults' gazes continued to clash as he arrived and took a seat without so much as a "hello", his choice to ignore whether or not she would consent to him joining her causing her to bite her lip as she examined him from up close and in the light, two conditions that hadn't coincided during their previous 'meetings'. She allowed him to fill both cups with the red liquid before speaking, making sure that his attention was fully on her, she didn't like to repeat herself. "White Rabbit, we meet again." she said, a clear teasing tone attached to his unintimidating title.

Her amber eyes watched him with a curious and amused intensity, shamelessly gliding over his features as her lips curved into her signature sultry smirk. His words only made her smirk wider at his accurate assumption of what her purpose was, though his own purpose at her table was even more easily identifiable, the man hadn't once tried to hide his attraction to her since they'd first locked eyes. "I assure you, any agony I'm causing is completely unintentional." she said as she leaned in, taking the wine from him as her face drew closer to his, another purposefully lustful lip bite as her amber eyes smouldered into his own as she drew nearer and nearer.

Raven allowed her face to come within a few inches of the handsome White Rabbit's, lingering for a few ticks before her lustful lip bite turned to an amused smirk, "And what makes you think I care about your happiness?" she whispered in a low and teasing voice before she sat back, placing her boots on the table and crossing them then taking a sip of the red beverage he had so generously offered her. Regardless of the outcome, White Rabbit had kindly volunteered himself as the evenings entertainment, the game being one of her favourites, cat and mouse. Which of them was which mammal, she would let him figure out for himself.
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Postby Logan Storm on April 19th, 2015, 1:42 pm

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Huzzah!Logan finally got some attention! And he loves it!

She said his alias, White Rabbit, and nearly sent shivers down his spine. Never had he loved the name until she graced it with her lips. Logan grinned at her, admiring the foxy temptation that was her body. He felt his passion rise again, like a slow tide before a devastating storm. He kept himself calm in front of her, though. She was a target to Logan, for now, someone to kiss and be done with. If he allowed his passion to determine his actions he would be strung on her for eternity, which was bad in the sense that he would love it, and he would never want to leave it, leave her. Being so attached to a woman, even one as alluring as this one, was never on his agenda right now.

He lowered his fingers from his lips when she came in close to him. Theirs almost touched, while eyes still connected. He could almost breath in the air that she let out, lighting the well kept demon inside him with an indescribable amount of lust. He stayed still though, and allowed her to do as she wanted while he just enjoyed.

When she was done toying with him, she leaned away as quick as she leaned forward, and she drunk her wine. Logan rebounded from the effect she had just caused him and gave her a titter, a suppressed laugh that hid amusement in it.

"I don't think you need to care," He replied to her whisper. His voice was low and soothing. He leaned to her, ignoring the new sudden sounds of whispers and the horrid feeling of people staring at him as though he was famous. His voice was almost to a mummer, but he made sure that the woman in front of him could hear him clearly.

"However, I do care about your happiness. So do you mind telling me?" His grin turned dangerous. "What sets your soul on fire?" He moved a little closer to her. His finger slowly glided to her chest and, without a moment for consent from her, he gently touched the lining in the middle of her bosom, close to her neck rather than her hanging girls.

He made a circle as though he was tracing a line, marking a canvas that already had an entrancing picture painted on it. "Is it the way a man smells? Does their odor bring out your passion for their embrace?" His touch was barely real. To her it would feel like nothing since he was only playing with the fabric of her vest. But then he would move his one finger up and the line would begin to be traced on her neck. What she would feel then would be like a light feather gracing her body.

"Or, is it the way they touch you? The way their fingers know which part of your body to pull, caress, lick, and stroke? Do their gentle foreplay make you yearn for more?" His fingers would end in its movement when it would reach her chin. He wouldn't brush his finger against her chin once, twice, then a third, then he would bring his fingers back to his side. But their lips would not part. He would have his so close to hers that a slight lean forward from her part would make them touch. "Or is it the way they look at you, not as though they wanted you, but as though they needed you. Do their lustful eyes drive you crazy, or do mine?" He would look at her like a predator. Not a man that wanted her body but one that wanted her, and one that could get her and rip her to pieces with just a pounce if he wished.

He laughed again, but made no sound. Just a forceful blow of small air from him. He leaned back into his chair. His hand once again blocked the shape of his lips, and he sat in the same position he had not long ago. In his low voice he said, "Maybe I can figure out what it is that drives you wild sometime... When people aren't staring at you."

Logan looked towards the doorway subtly. "Maybe now."
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Postby Raven Nightfoot on April 21st, 2015, 11:47 pm

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White Rabbit seemed to handle her first direct onslaught of lust inducing behaviour pretty well, by now most lesser men would already have caved to her influence but she was glad that he had at least managed to keep his cool for now, glad but not impressed. With that she had played her hand, he was the challenger so she'd gone first, but now it was his turn to make a move, she only hoped that it would be a mildly interesting one, it was after all his audition for things to come.

Not missing a beat, White Rabbit jumped into action, beginning his part of the dance as he spoke of her 'happiness' and began trying to illicit desire by painting a picture in her mind. His voice was soft but audible, its low rumblings carrying his words well and complementing the mood he was setting with his questions. He reached out to her, a finger approaching her endowed chest, but she did not flinch or shy away from his touch like some young girl, no, she stood her ground, stood firm and bravely endured his touch, her amber eyes still locked on his with her sultry smirk fixed in place, lingering somewhere between amused but not impressed.

His words were, in all honesty, enticing. The low rumbling of his voice as he provided her with mental imagery of the services he was 'offering', along with the light tingle of her skin as his finger gently slid up her covered chest and across her exposed neck, the undeniable look of desire in his eyes. He was doing well, something that she hadn't expected from someone as naturally gifted with attraction as he was, yet he chose to surprise her, only increasing his allure.

When all was said and done and White Rabbit had given her his response, her smile widened ever-so slightly, a sign that he had at the very least been able to keep up so far, though any victory he might have felt would be short lived as a short teasing laugh escaped her lips. He'd painted a sensual image, showed her his desire and given her the chance for him to fulfil his offer all in one smooth move, her own lust for him grew deep within but he certainly hadn't won the war.

Following the direction of his gaze to the door after a short delay, Raven watched the exit for several moments, pretending to consider accepting his offer. It was a good offer after all, all she needed to do was accept and they would be out of the tavern and on their way make their desires a reality, but no. White Rabbit had laid the bait and although it was indeed good bait, great even, the promise of satisfaction and pleasure at the hands of his strong hard body, it was still just a lead to a trap of his own creation and Raven would never allow herself to be the prey.

She had come to The Drunken Fish for a reason and she'd be damned if she left without achieving it, not if her failure to do so was someone else's doing, so she made her decision of the night and where it would lead. The final decision had always been hers to make, he had entered into her kingdom and tried to overcome its defences but in the end it was she, the queen, that would have the last say, and so she did.

"As enticing as that sounds..." she began, leaning in close so that she could whisper lustfully for only his ears to hear, "I'm afraid I have more pressing matters to attend to than helping a White Rabbit out with his..." she paused to point her amber eyes down to his crotch in a blatant and shameless gesture that he would not be able to miss, "...little white rabbit." the teasing tone of her voice quickly reaching her expression as well.

With one last glance at his lips, Raven forced her own against his in a passionate kiss, a consolation prize for his attempt and a release for some of her own desire that he'd created, her full lips crushed mercilessly against his, parting slightly to allow his tongue entry as she enjoyed the warmth of his mouth, one of her hands reaching around to the back of his neck in order to pull him in closer and hold him there.

As she continued, her free hand slid across the table and dipped carefully into his pocket, she'd used the inconspicuous glance at his crotch to scout which side his coin bulge had been and had made sure to hold him in place with the opposite hand to ensure he wasn't distracted from her 'distraction'. The longer their mouths fought for dominance the more Raven felt her self control slipping and her lust gaining ground, but if she was feeling it then so was White Rabbit and if he was focused on that, then he was very unlikely to notice that she'd slowly and carefully stolen his coin purse and slipped it into her pocket until she was long gone.

Finally, after what was probably nearing a chime of passion, Raven broke her contact with the handsome man, amber eyes watching him as she slowly slid away from him and took one last final swig of the wine he had brought her. "Till next time." she teased, offering a wink as she got to her feet and took a few steps away from the table before stopping and turning to give him one last intense look of lust, biting her lip to increase the effect, before turning and walking out of the tavern, her hips swaying more than usual as she was sure that he'd be watching. A wide victorious grin rested on her face as she stepped out into the night with her well 'earned' coin.
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Postby Logan Storm on April 25th, 2015, 5:06 pm

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She seemed pleased with his actions. Logan didn't think he had ever seen a grin that large come from an enigmatic woman like Raven. But as he finished, she gave a laugh that was either mocking his work, or praising his effort. Logan couldn't tell, so he drowned the thought with wine.

Raven stared at the opening of the drunken fish, thinking about his offer to leave this sailor filled establishment. Logan waited, which was all he could do at the moment. Wait for the kitty to come to him, never force its body in his direction. He wanted to hear the kitty purr not feel its claws.

"As enticing as that sounds..." She replied, leaning in close to Logan's ear. She went on to reject Logan's offer, as he figured she would, then she un-shamefully gestured towards his pants with her eyes, denying his attempt towards a happy ending.

But then, the strangest thing happened. As she was rejecting him, she began to kiss him. Their lips locked and, for a moment, Logan had no understanding of what was going on. She did not want him yet wanted him? Something was obviously wrong with this scene that was being created. But, as she began to slide her sweet tongue into his mouth, all thoughts were loss. He became blank, a wild beast whose only nature was a sexual drive.

As the kiss became more passionate and their bodies became closer than before, Logan's hands could not be stopped from gripping her waist with power. If he had even littler control, he would have picked her up and carried her over the table to sit her on his lap. However, something happened to stop him from doing that.

While they kissed, he noticed one of her hands slip from its original place and towards his lower body. At first he thought that she was going to play with his "little white rabbit," and felt a surge of happiness burst through him. Of course, it was a little bold, considering the amount of people who stared, but why should they care for public appearances? Everyone was probably getting a kick out of this anyways, why not give them a show? Unfortunately, he did not feel his white rabbit being played with, but instead felt his pocket become the toy.

He enjoyed the kiss a little more, then she broke free and took another sip of her wine. Logan watched her with both of his hands back on the table in front of him. He held an amused look, similar to the one Raven had when he had touched her and seductively spoken to her.

She made her farewell and stood up to strut her way to the exit. She stopped once to look at him with what would assume to be lust, but Logan couldn't tell anymore. In that moment of her pause he said to her, "The name is Logan. And, there is ten gold miza in that bag." Then he watched her leave, with the taste of his lips and his money.
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