Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 2, 2010 11:29:16 GMT 1
She almost grinned at Silas’s expression at her comment: she would have laughed; only it didn’t really seem appropriate. It was a small victory really – she’d been the one giving out the shocked looks and expressions all evening, it was about time she won some back.
She raised her eyebrows a little at his comeback when it came, but didn’t deny it in the slightest. Her brain had suddenly had an epiphany that was about as subtle as a marching band going through the streets in the middle of the night. Why had this solution not been more obvious before? Si had made plenty of innuendos, her brain clearly just hadn’t considered the possibility she might be able to barter something for his blood.
She really did grin when he mumbled something barely intelligible that sounded very muddled indeed. Ha! Revenge couldn’t be sweeter… well it could be if there was a Silas blood cocktail thrown in, but the point remained.
Momentarily she felt in control of the situation, and though she’d never really consciously noticed it before, she now realized how much she’d been happy to follow along. Or at least stubbornly grumble along behind. This was much better; she would just have to remember how to repeat it in future. There was nothing Sephora enjoyed more than being able to dictate a situation.
Grabbing her glass off the counter in one hand and Si’s spare hand in the other she lead the way over to an empty table that offered a decent view of the rest of the bar. Goodbye anything that had any sense of moral class, Sephora had had a taste of something she wanted… well, two things actually, but that wasn’t the point – and there was not much short of being killed that would stop exploiting this weakness now she’d discovered it.
Crossing her legs and setting her drink back on the small table, she leaned back a little; continuing to look in Silas’s direction to gauge any reactions from comments she might throw about. Any bit of information would be useful now, bad or good, and if she could crack onto his weakness it could bring serious bonuses for her.
“What exactly did you want to know about how I hunt?” she questioned, her eyes falling on the rim of her glass which she was absently running a pale finger around. She admired her nail polish for a second: it felt like it had taken whole weeks to dry between coats, but the result was worth it. Eye catching blood red talons. She needed to wear more of her red clothing. And red shoes. And red accessories. What had she been thinking about? Oh yes, Silas and how she might get some of his blood. Flicking her gaze back in Silas’s direction, she waited for his response.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 6, 2010 13:30:42 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Yep, he was still suspicious. Seph was looking uncharacteristically smug. Considering she’d only been displaying varying degrees of terrified and annoyed all night it was a bit of an odd sight. What the hell had he gotten himself into this time? Being bitten was an experience he never thought he’d voluntarily resubject himself to again. He should’a known Seph would have tried to find a way to lure him back in.
The half-vampire seemed to have become a great deal more confident. She reached out to grab his hand and he barely managed to snatch the vodka off the bar before she dragged him away.
“What, here? Now?” he asked, mock-scandalised. “It’s a little public, but alright.”
He wasn’t entirely sure where she was going but the fact she was making a beeline for one of the tables didn’t make it hard to guess. When she took a seat Silas put his drink down near hers and picked a chair opposite.
“What exactly did you want to know about how I hunt?” Seph asked, crossing her legs luxuriously.
Honestly? There was a lot he wanted to know. But it wasn’t a question about veins or avoiding detection that came to mind first. He was suddenly thinking about their first encounter back at the Hogs Head. Had to have been what, a month ago?
“Why me?” he asked, tone turning serious, following Seph’s example and leaning back into the chair. “The night we met, I mean. There must have been plenty of other people there that night.”
If something about him had just made Sephora think ‘target’, he needed to find out what that was as soon as possible.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 6, 2010 16:41:25 GMT 1
The question was so unexpected she paused for a moment. Well, that and the sudden change of atmosphere. Suddenly it was all serious. Boo hiss, she was back to square one.
“Have you any idea,” she began slowly, leaning forward over the table while maintaining eye contact, “How nice you smell?” Ok, that’d come out wrong. Its not like she’d decided to eat him because he wore nice cologne. “I’ve never come across anybody else who has blood that smells like yours does.”
“That and you looked less alcoholic than the rest of the other patrons in there.” With emphasis on the word looked. If she was not very much mistaken, Silas was a vampire’s equivalent of hard liquor.
“I guess vampires have food preferences just like everyone else. Personally: I’m quite picky. Some people are about as appetizing as rotting fish, but some of them are alright I guess. They did taste better before I met you actually: now everything’s kind of… bland,” looking momentarily depressed about the sorry state of her life as it was, she sat up a little straighter and her expression quickly changed back to what it had been not a few minutes previous. She wasn’t going to get anywhere by applying for sympathy votes.
“But all the same. Its delicious,” she finished, licking her lips, trying to regain some of the flirtatious element the conversation had held just a moment ago. For a second she’d felt like she might really have been getting somewhere.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 6, 2010 18:32:18 GMT 1
That... wasn’t the answer he was expecting.
Okay, no. He had no idea what answer he was expecting, but smell wasn’t it. It got a lot less odd when she specified she was talking about blood, but still. How the hell did one smell blood through skin exactly? Or was she more like a human breathalyser?
Right. So he was some sort of vampire catnip. Good to know.
Yikes. This required more alcohol.
“Damn right it is. It’s hard being this irresistible,” he snarked as he picked the bottle back up again, but there was a mild hint of malcontent behind it.
He took another large draught, wondering what the hell to do with this new bit of information. Aside from play it up or try to magically change his blood type, there wasn’t much he really much he could do.
“What you’re smelling is a premium brand of AB positive carried exclusively in the Rosier bloodline and carefully aged in a handsome, sexy package. Highly sought after, it is infused with only the finest, most expensive brands of alcohol in a mixture primed for years to achieve the perfect blend.” He held the bottle up as though in a salute and took another sip to prove his point.
“Courtesy of a rigorous health regime, Sangre Rosier assures a scintillating, distinctive flavour with an unusually well textured, melt-in-your mouth appeal. Its distinctive aroma makes it highly noticeable, with a brewers guarantee that a measure of Sangre Rosier is an intricate package of sensations that can be used to create a drink for every occasion without losing any of its wholly distinctive character.
. . . .“It’s rarity, of course, ensures it maintains a high level of exclusivity, better known as ‘nice try, but no dice.’ Of course, however, like anything, it can be purchased for the right price,” he finished cryptically.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 8, 2010 11:43:22 GMT 1
She raised her eyebrows a fraction at Silas’s first reaction, but otherwise didn’t comment. She’d had all evening to be desensitized to comments like that, and besides, it wasn’t so far off par anyway. If blood like that was readily available anywhere she’d be more than happy to fight off whole hordes of other vampires so that she could have it. Not that he sounded all that happy about it. Which was fair enough – she didn’t really appreciate being thought of as a piece of meat either. But clearly it was his fault for tasting so nice! It was unfair!
Following his lead she reached for her glass and took another sip as he started on what sounded like a highly sarcastic sales pitch. It was a good thing she’d swallowed her mouthful by the time he finished the end of the first sentence though, otherwise he might have found himself covered in wine. As it was, Sephora nearly choked as she hadn’t expected… well that.
As he continued, she wondered exactly how drunk he was – since surely he wouldn’t have reacted like this if he was sober… well, whatever Silas’s version of sober was. All the same, it was actually rather amusing. Modest too. Not.
“The right price?” she said skeptically, automatically jumping to the literal meaning, “What do you mean by that? Cash?” If he did she was fucked, since as her boss, he would earn heaps more than she did.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 18, 2010 15:28:04 GMT 1
. . . .He’d barely started talking when Sephora suddenly gagged on her wine as though it had gone down the wrong way. He couldn’t tell if she was amused or incredulous, but there was a noticeable smirk on his face by the time he finished talking.
. . . .Okay, so maybe he could have handled that one better, but still. What the hell were you supposed to do with that piece of information exactly? Sheesh. Aside from stock the fuck up on emergency blood-replenishing potions. (Which was probably something he should have done after the attack on Jac, actually. He’d have to have a word with Rickie on that later.)
. . . .“What do you mean by that? Cash?” Seph enquired, pressing him on his final statement.
. . . .Silas gave a derisive sounding laugh. “Cash?” he echoed, making a vague motion with the liquor bottle. “Do I look like a hooker to you?” He asked with an obviously feigned offence, a grin creeping onto his features. “I am both hurt and saddened you would have such a low opinion of me.
. . . .“Besides,” he added, leaning forwards a bit to put the vodka down on the table. “I stand to make about ninety-four thousand galleons this year.” Not that Seph would understand the value of that, what with being a useless Australian muggle and all. The point was, he was fairly sure the only money Sephora could offer him would equate to pocket-change. “That’s about–” there was a quick pause while he did the calculation “–four point seven million pounds to you. Double that if you’re counting in Kangaroo Currency.”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 18, 2010 16:38:09 GMT 1
“Do I look like a hooker to you?” asked Silas in what was clearly faux affront if that cheeky grin of his was anything to go by. He certainly didn’t look like a hooker to Seph – no short skirts, trashy make up and cheap high heels here, thank God. That would just be ugly – speaking about the shoes alone.
She didn’t know whether to be relieved or put out by the fact that she couldn’t use cash to get herself some dinner. Life was never that simple – well, for vampires anyway. Come on! People got their food handed to them on a plate with no extra effort required – they all took it for granted how easy it was to get a decent meal. Now what was she supposed to do? She had no idea how much harder she would have to try to get what she wanted here. Silas was just too unpredictable.
Silas leaned forward, and Sephora’s own posture relaxed from it’s previous erect position. So yeah, her brain had done a fail job of jumping to conclusions, and the result had jerked her away from the game, and she needed to cool off and get back in it – especially if she wanted to eat tonight or any time in the future.
Fuck. She hated wizarding currency. Sephora had never been brought up with it, so she knew the exchange rate about as well as she knew the op shop. Which meant: not at all. Still, the number sounded large – really large – and her curiosity was aroused. It had never occurred to her before to wonder about Silas’s income – she usually didn’t think of anyone but herself if you wanted to be brutally honest – but now that the subject had been brought up, she needed to know. The question was how to ask how much 94, 000 Galleons was in say pounds, or Aussie dollars without looking like a complete idiot.
… Luckily, she didn’t have to. She had to stop her jaw from dropping, but couldn’t help her mouth forming a little ‘O’ just the same. Ok, that was a lot of shoes. Er… money. Note to self: become the owner of a casino chain. She even ignored the quip about Australia – she was only mildly fond of the place anyway – too sunny and hot and tropical. But that wasn’t the point: the point was that she’d lived over here for around seven or eight years now – she knew the currency well enough. Sill, Silas probably didn’t know that, she’d never bothered to tell him much about her past at all. Neither had he, so it was fair.
“How do you sleep every night? On a pile of money?” she asked with a mildly sarcastic smirk, having to regain her composure for the… oh hell, she’d lost count, time of the night. It was always Silas that did it to her. Brilliant. He must set out to deliberately get a reaction out of her, like a game. Still, the conversation was… stimulating, at least. That was probably what made her so tolerant – anything to get away from the boring monotony of everyday living.
“Ok, Mr. Playing Hard to Get, since nothing that I have – money wise – is going to get me anywhere, I’ll take another guess if we’re playing guessing games. Want to lend a girl a hand here at all?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 3, 2010 8:30:22 GMT 1
Seph’s reaction of disbelief was immensely satisfying. And why shouldn’t he be smug? He’d worked hard to get to a stage where he was earning that much – he might as well flaunt it.
“How do you sleep every night? On a pile of money?” Seph asked sarcastically once she’d found her tongue. Silas gave a short laugh and picked up the vodka bottle again.
“God no. Ever tried sleeping on a pile of coins? Only gives you a bad back. That’s why I decided to get all the walls and furniture made out of solid gold instead. Much easier.” And hey, while she was off comparing him to a dragon: “I can breathe fire though, as a point of interest.”
It hadn’t escaped Silas’s attention how the balance of power had shifted in just a few minutes. Sephora had gained a small victory back at the bar with her (blatantly cheating) innuendos, but it hadn’t taken long before she was the one flailing again once she was confronted with something she wanted but couldn’t get. Being back in the control-seat was infinitely more preferable. This must be what women felt like when they withheld sex. Silas was always one to abuse any potential advantage, but yeesh, it just had to be his blood didn’t it?
“Want to lend a girl a hand here at all?” Seph finally pleaded, and Silas leant back smugly into his seat.
“Nope,” he replied cheerily. “I want to see what you come up with. I’m sure you can think of something mutually beneficial,” he replied, holding eye contact before turning back to his drink.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 4, 2010 13:49:34 GMT 1
Hey, why was Silas looking so smug? That wasn’t fair! The balance she’d been holding on to so precariously had slipped away again and she knew it. Fuck, and she’d been going so well too.
She couldn’t help it; she laughed – an uncommon thing for her, and whether it was a combination of alcohol, the late hour or sheer giddiness of being thrown so many curve balls in one night she wasn’t sure. He was rather funny when he wasn’t making jokes at her expense, she supposed.
“Oh really?” she asked, curious, “That I’d like to see. Then all you’d be missing were wings and a tail.”
Silas’s smug expression led her to believe she wasn’t going to get any help working out the riddle before he confirmed it himself. Bastard. Life couldn’t make things easy for her once in a while could it? No was the answer you were looking for. Typical, but wasn’t like she didn’t know better. When had anything ever been handed to her on a plate?
Tilting her head slightly, she considered this clue – even if it was a lousy one. What a stupid thing to say – it could mean anything! Real helpful. Still, she supposed that was the point. So there was something in it for her was there? Or was he referring to his blood again. Fuck this was annoyingly complicated.
“Um,” she mused, sucking her finger thoughtfully. “Extra work hours?” That wouldn’t be beneficial to her at all, unless you counted the extra chash. “More church heists?” Sure, Silas was awarded with her company, but she doubted this was a ‘high’ enough price. “…Foot massages?” Definitely nothing in that for her.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 11, 2010 6:47:38 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Seph looked well and truly stumped for some reason. After all, he’d hardly been subtle. Silas remained impassive, absently fiddling with the vodka label while the girl in front of him took a moment to think. She mumbled a confused sounding “Um” and Silas looked up in time to catch her staring at the table thoughtfully, slipping a finger into her mouth and sucking on the end.
... That was just... distracting.
Ahem.
Silas turned his attention back to the bottle.
... Fuck. What the hell was he doing? He shouldn’t be playing at this. He sure as hell didn’t mean anything by it; he wasn’t willing to fuck things up with Jac just yet. But for some reason some sick, perverted sense of self-destruction was carrying him along anyway.
What confused him more was why he cared. Messing with Seph for his own amusement despite his circumstances with Jac ordinarily wouldn’t even merit a flicker of a response, but now he felt...
... Look, he shouldn’t be doing this. That’s what it came down to.
“Extra work hours? More church heists? …Foot massages?” Seph proposed, clearly reaching for anything she could.
Silas made an amused sound in the back of his throat, putting his malcontent at the back of his mind for now. “Wrong,” he replied lightly, glancing in the direction of the bar to see if the shot-glass was still there. A summoning charm was all it took to get it into his hand, and Silas put the glass down carefully into the middle of the table.
“Okay, we can keep playing, but there’s rules:,” Silas said, pouring a measured shot of the black vodka into the glass. “You got as many guesses as you want, but every time you get one wrong, you have to take a shot before you can guess again.” He pushed the glass in her direction. “Don’t worry: I’ll keep up.”
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