She'd assumed and he had so wonderfully delivered. Hungry eyes watch his tattooed hand disappear and reappear with the key to what she craved the most in that current moment. A deplorable habit, she knew, but she'd managed to limit her compulsions to only accompany the liquid habits she possessed. Nevermind that it was nearly a daily occurrence, it was still better than doing round the clock. There was just something so radically intoxicating about the intermingling of nicotine and alcohol she couldn't quite shake, she could pratically feel any reservations being drowned by the indulgences. It was an unchecked euphoria.
Pressing the now emblazened coffin nail into her flushed lips, Breckin takes a long pull while closing her eyes heavily. Holding the vapors in her lungs briefly, she releases a steady exhaled plume before deep eyes open to refocus on the gent seated next to her. Mirroring the smile in her eyes, her voice takes a kittenish quality, "I'd say likewise it's a pleasure to meet you, but I haven't quite decided yet." The subtle quip at her shortened name hadn't gone unnoticed.
An unbridled laugh works its way between her lips with the latest puff of smoke, cut off short by a small snort of amusement. If only he'd known that was her first time flirting with that particular line. But he really didn't need to know that, not now anyway. Before she replies, she re-lives her previous jaunts, smiling coyly at the revellation that that path was one that she wouldn't mind exploring further. "That tree splits both ways, Wolfy, so keep barking if you'd like." Flicking the ashes from the cigarette into her now empty glass, her gaze drifts lazily to the numbers growing within the pool, trying to suffocate the stupid urge to mention something about preferring hardwood.
Taking a final drag from the dying cigarette, she snuffs what's left in the leftover ice before summoning one of the poolside servers to bring her another drink. Changing her drink of choice again to "bartender's choice," she finds herself tentatively sipping the sickeningly sweet cocktail before making a face. Never one to waste perfectly good alcohol though, she tips her head back and finishes it of as it it were a large shooter, simply unable to stomach the disgusting beverage for any longer than that. The hand that had been toying with a knife finally stills, the loop remains around her finger like a ring while the broad of the blade drops to rest precariously against the delicate flesh of her palm. Plucking the cherry from the bottom of her glass, Breckin drops it into her mouth, stem and all, before raising her arms above her head and arching her back into a languorous stretch.
"Would you believe me if I told you I was one of the more well-behaved Leviathans?" she asks as she rises to her barefeet. That was a lie of course, and he would likely know it by now, if it hadn't been evidenced by the women she had locked lips only minutes before then it would be obvious in the way she sat the curve of her rear on the armrest of his chair while draping her arm across the chair's back where his shoulders would rest. The black blade remained tucked safely in her hand, though she made no attempt to conceal it where it rested against her palm near his shoulder.
And to think today had been one of her days off. She'd ultimately only agreed to be a plus one for her still vanished friend to get a much needed reprieve from her current assignment, but work had a funny way of weaseling its head into her personal life anyway. That was all too accurate of a statement as she watched from a distance as Bones and Nymf made their way into the throng of bodies in the pool, where the now recognizable Ivar Stillwater was present nearby. The handsome bloke sharing her company had evaded her inquiry about his reputation and she hadn't taken too kindly to that; it left her with a brazen need to know more.
Dropping her coquettish gaze back to @[Wolfbane], she was careful to remain daringly close without actually touching him too much. Not yet anyway. She'd be lying to herself if she couldn't admit how curious she was about what other designs lay hidden beneath that well-tailored suit, but despite how intrigueing she personally found his appearance, it didn't quite fit in with the rest of the crowd. And undeniably her interest had been piqued. The cascade of her dark locks fall over the generous curve of her breasts as she tilts her head in a show of faux sinlessless."Why are you here, Bane? I hope the answer is much more interesting than just to chat with an average woman," she asks softly. No sooner then the last word leaves her mouth, does she push the cherry stem out between her mischieviously grinning, pink lips, clenching the fruitless stem between her teeth. A simple knot tied in the center of the stalk is displayed; a no-hands trick she had learned some time ago and deceptively useful--in more ways than one, but she would leave that up to his imagination.
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I may be out of order but she's only really interacting with Wolfbane at the moment lol.
Also if I didn't describe it well enough, this was kinda how I imagined her sitting on the chair
Pressing the now emblazened coffin nail into her flushed lips, Breckin takes a long pull while closing her eyes heavily. Holding the vapors in her lungs briefly, she releases a steady exhaled plume before deep eyes open to refocus on the gent seated next to her. Mirroring the smile in her eyes, her voice takes a kittenish quality, "I'd say likewise it's a pleasure to meet you, but I haven't quite decided yet." The subtle quip at her shortened name hadn't gone unnoticed.
An unbridled laugh works its way between her lips with the latest puff of smoke, cut off short by a small snort of amusement. If only he'd known that was her first time flirting with that particular line. But he really didn't need to know that, not now anyway. Before she replies, she re-lives her previous jaunts, smiling coyly at the revellation that that path was one that she wouldn't mind exploring further. "That tree splits both ways, Wolfy, so keep barking if you'd like." Flicking the ashes from the cigarette into her now empty glass, her gaze drifts lazily to the numbers growing within the pool, trying to suffocate the stupid urge to mention something about preferring hardwood.
Taking a final drag from the dying cigarette, she snuffs what's left in the leftover ice before summoning one of the poolside servers to bring her another drink. Changing her drink of choice again to "bartender's choice," she finds herself tentatively sipping the sickeningly sweet cocktail before making a face. Never one to waste perfectly good alcohol though, she tips her head back and finishes it of as it it were a large shooter, simply unable to stomach the disgusting beverage for any longer than that. The hand that had been toying with a knife finally stills, the loop remains around her finger like a ring while the broad of the blade drops to rest precariously against the delicate flesh of her palm. Plucking the cherry from the bottom of her glass, Breckin drops it into her mouth, stem and all, before raising her arms above her head and arching her back into a languorous stretch.
"Would you believe me if I told you I was one of the more well-behaved Leviathans?" she asks as she rises to her barefeet. That was a lie of course, and he would likely know it by now, if it hadn't been evidenced by the women she had locked lips only minutes before then it would be obvious in the way she sat the curve of her rear on the armrest of his chair while draping her arm across the chair's back where his shoulders would rest. The black blade remained tucked safely in her hand, though she made no attempt to conceal it where it rested against her palm near his shoulder.
And to think today had been one of her days off. She'd ultimately only agreed to be a plus one for her still vanished friend to get a much needed reprieve from her current assignment, but work had a funny way of weaseling its head into her personal life anyway. That was all too accurate of a statement as she watched from a distance as Bones and Nymf made their way into the throng of bodies in the pool, where the now recognizable Ivar Stillwater was present nearby. The handsome bloke sharing her company had evaded her inquiry about his reputation and she hadn't taken too kindly to that; it left her with a brazen need to know more.
Dropping her coquettish gaze back to @[Wolfbane], she was careful to remain daringly close without actually touching him too much. Not yet anyway. She'd be lying to herself if she couldn't admit how curious she was about what other designs lay hidden beneath that well-tailored suit, but despite how intrigueing she personally found his appearance, it didn't quite fit in with the rest of the crowd. And undeniably her interest had been piqued. The cascade of her dark locks fall over the generous curve of her breasts as she tilts her head in a show of faux sinlessless."Why are you here, Bane? I hope the answer is much more interesting than just to chat with an average woman," she asks softly. No sooner then the last word leaves her mouth, does she push the cherry stem out between her mischieviously grinning, pink lips, clenching the fruitless stem between her teeth. A simple knot tied in the center of the stalk is displayed; a no-hands trick she had learned some time ago and deceptively useful--in more ways than one, but she would leave that up to his imagination.
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I may be out of order but she's only really interacting with Wolfbane at the moment lol.
Also if I didn't describe it well enough, this was kinda how I imagined her sitting on the chair