06-21-2018, 08:28 PM
Up the staircase, round the bend, red corridor, red corridor, …
“F*ck,” Bane hissed underneath his breath, tugging at the tight point of his collar before rocking back onto his heels. The up-dressed party crasher was tall and dirty blonde, built for playing sports or a life outdoors and yet, here he was running circles around an upper-level hallway frantically searching for his free ticket into this town’s biggest event. “Everything’s f*cking white here; the shit did she mean ‘red corridor’?” He grumbled, twisting his tattooed fingers through the tight, gelled mohawk on top of his head.
“Lost?” A familiar voice purred from behind him, causing him to jump even though the strangers manicured hands were already smoothing his jacket shoulders. With a twist, Bane’s sharp gaze met the striking gray eyes of the very woman he was supposed to be meeting with, as if she’d been lying in wait for some time now. “There’s no red corridor, is there?” Wolfbane predicted, scoffing as Rey’s satin-colored lips drew up into a wicked smile. She was something, alright, perfectly fitted into a hot little number while her inky black hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders. “Had to make sure you were the real deal, babe.” She winked, linking her arm with his.
“You focused? Eye on the prize?” The vixen tested, walking him a brief ways before stopping at a darkened exit door, “Baby,” He said, half-mocking as a cocky smirk exposed brilliantly white, slightly sharp, canine teeth, “They won’t even know what hit them.”
Together, we brush through the broken alarm and out into the throng of very influential, very rich, and very, very frosted elites.
Bane had never felt more in his element. Together with this chick his old robbing buddy set him up with, this would be his biggest job to date and he was willing to make a grand exit. Come in under the radar, hit ‘em hard, get out quick. With a nod to one another Bane releases Rey into the unsuspecting group of men (she knows her stuff, they’ll be dry soon enough) and heads to a shadowy corner where someone is hiding all to herself. Along the way his hand snags a drink and when he reaches @[Breckin], his tongue has all the fortitude it needs from top-shelf scotch.
“You know I specifically reserved this hiding spot before the party,” He muses, confidence giving his tone a heavy note as he appreciates the curves of her dress, “But I’m inclined to share.” He smiles, another dazzling grin that stretches the tips of a wing tattooed on his neck. “The name’s Wolfbane, though I prefer Bane.” The sharp-dressed man begins, extending one hand.
Bannneeeeee > xoxo
“F*ck,” Bane hissed underneath his breath, tugging at the tight point of his collar before rocking back onto his heels. The up-dressed party crasher was tall and dirty blonde, built for playing sports or a life outdoors and yet, here he was running circles around an upper-level hallway frantically searching for his free ticket into this town’s biggest event. “Everything’s f*cking white here; the shit did she mean ‘red corridor’?” He grumbled, twisting his tattooed fingers through the tight, gelled mohawk on top of his head.
“Lost?” A familiar voice purred from behind him, causing him to jump even though the strangers manicured hands were already smoothing his jacket shoulders. With a twist, Bane’s sharp gaze met the striking gray eyes of the very woman he was supposed to be meeting with, as if she’d been lying in wait for some time now. “There’s no red corridor, is there?” Wolfbane predicted, scoffing as Rey’s satin-colored lips drew up into a wicked smile. She was something, alright, perfectly fitted into a hot little number while her inky black hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders. “Had to make sure you were the real deal, babe.” She winked, linking her arm with his.
“You focused? Eye on the prize?” The vixen tested, walking him a brief ways before stopping at a darkened exit door, “Baby,” He said, half-mocking as a cocky smirk exposed brilliantly white, slightly sharp, canine teeth, “They won’t even know what hit them.”
Together, we brush through the broken alarm and out into the throng of very influential, very rich, and very, very frosted elites.
Bane had never felt more in his element. Together with this chick his old robbing buddy set him up with, this would be his biggest job to date and he was willing to make a grand exit. Come in under the radar, hit ‘em hard, get out quick. With a nod to one another Bane releases Rey into the unsuspecting group of men (she knows her stuff, they’ll be dry soon enough) and heads to a shadowy corner where someone is hiding all to herself. Along the way his hand snags a drink and when he reaches @[Breckin], his tongue has all the fortitude it needs from top-shelf scotch.
“You know I specifically reserved this hiding spot before the party,” He muses, confidence giving his tone a heavy note as he appreciates the curves of her dress, “But I’m inclined to share.” He smiles, another dazzling grin that stretches the tips of a wing tattooed on his neck. “The name’s Wolfbane, though I prefer Bane.” The sharp-dressed man begins, extending one hand.
Bannneeeeee > xoxo
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