"I'm just here to drink..."

[*Kittlez.]

Apparently the 'night life' started a little early today.

Peri had chosen Dans Lupe as her spot for the evening for two reasons; it was a nice change to getting thrown out of Tooleys at two in the morning, and simply because she needed a place where not everyone had a rough idea about who she was and what reputation she had.

Sure, she liked a drink. Maybe two. Maybe fifteen. And maybe she got a little rough and rowdy. Sometimes. A lot. Not that it mattered... it was no good reason to put her down as a ruffian who should be reprimanded and lectured by weirdos claiming that she was "being too loud and making them uncomfortable". They obviously just didn't know how to have fun.

Shifting uncomfortably on the hard, plastic 'modern' stool in front of the bar, she took her focus off of the neon seat beneath her and stared down into the rattling ice at the bottom of her glass, offering a mere flick of the wrist to the bartender, smiling in a relieved fashion as he sent another JD and coke her way. Good boy, knowing what she likes.

Taking a long sip, she turned her attention back to the dance floor, mulling over the idea of joining the thriving mass of bodies moving in time to the music. Hmm... not quite drunk enough yet.

Leaning back against the bar, Peri stirred the ice in her drink with a straw, wondering how the night would play out.

[Grimm]

[glow=white,2,300]Cyrus O'Conner

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Stand up and Fight for yourself

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How they got him on the dance floor, Cyrus wasn't sure, but somehow life found the Beta Male of the Validus pack on the dance floor of Dans Lupe shaking his rump but trying to rescue the bottle of Beluga Vodka from the ladies around him. It was easy to see that these lassies had had a little to much to drink and he was a little worried that they might drop the precious bottle of vodka. "Now lassie's . . . Let's not be droppin dis bottle. Ye'll be hain one pissed off brute spankin ye if ye did,"

[/color] he stated, hand closing around the neck of the bottle, while a scent caught his nose and pulled him toward the bar.

Decked out in black leather pants that hugged his frame, combat boots, and a black meshed shirt that showed off his tattoo on his chest, the male walked toward the bar, raising the bottle to his lips and taking a sip. A look from the bartender told him that he wasn't making a fan with the bartender. He had already paid for the fine bottle so there was no reason to glare at him. Growling low under his breath, he leaned against he bar, tapping it for a shot glass. While waiting for his shot glass, he glanced to his left and saw nothing interesting and then looked to his right and found a vixen that had his full attention. He followed her gaze, glancing back at her, greyish blue orbs giving her a once over, slight smile playing with the side of his lips.

"Go on, lass. The floor won't hurt ye and nae one dere will bite,"[/color] he stated, feeling the shot glass touch his fingers. Glancing back at the glass, he poured his own shot, before throwing the entire shot back before looking back at her. "I havenae seen ye around dere before,"[/color] he stated, turning and leaning his back against the bar, watching the party-goers grope and grind against each other. The sight truly didn't appeal to him, but it didn't remind him of growing up in the pack, always being close to the other wolves. Now, he just missed all of the pack, which caused him to breath in deep, catching a whiff of a woody scent. He glanced over, seeing it was the female that smelled like the forest. Interesting.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[*Kittlez.]

Caught a little off guard by the voice to her right, Peri gazed at him curiously for a few moments, allowing her mind to linger as she took in the sight before her. A young man, probably not that much older than herself... Of a large build, that was for sure, not that it was a bad thing. She found herself wondering how he'd do in a fight. Sure, he was built, but she... well.

She was the big bad wolf. In her world, anyway.

Her attention quickly flitted from him to the large, wonderfully expensive bottle next to him, observing as he drank his shot with nothing less than finesse, beginning to grin broadly, snake bites glinting in the strobe lights, extending a hand lazily and wrapping her fingers around the glass as he placed it down, brushing across his hand momentarily.

She knew what she was about to do was quite the risk, seeing how he cradled that vodka like his own flesh and blood, but hey, Peri always liked to push her luck. Over the edge.

With the speed and skill of someone who had been pouring shots for almost five years straight, she poured another shot, throwing the sharp, almost tasteless liquid down her throat. Angling a sly, devilish smile - akin to that of a child caught being naughty - towards him, she finally swivelled on her seat towards him, arms crossed across her torso. Well hey, at least if he threw a punch, she'd have some of her vitals protected.

"I'm sure they won't... They wouldn't like what would happen if they did."

Pausing for a moment to mull over his next question, she considering the repercussions of giving this man any idea where she lived, whether it would... metaphorically, come back to bite her or not. Maybe he'd be really, really mad she stole his drink. She knew she would be.

"I like to wander. See where life takes me."

She answered simply, still gauging his reactions and body language for signs of anger, violence or anything that would mean she'd be surely in for a bloody nose that night. Of course he wouldn't get off any better, but that wasn't the point. Peri was ever the cocky one.

[Grimm]

[glow=white,2,300]Cyrus O'Conner

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Stand up and Fight for yourself

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He would admit, the girl had balls, as she reached over, brushing her hand against his for the shot glass. Within a few seconds, she had his bottle and was pouring her own shot from his bottle. The wolfish grin that spread over Cyrus' maw caused the bartender to back up. It wasn't that it was an evil grin, it was just that the tips of his teeth were starting to grow a point. "You must know . . . It's not wise to take something without permission," he stated, leaning closer to the female. As he leaned close, his lips not far from the lass' ear, he took a deep breath, nostrils flaring with her scent and suddenly his head snapped back, teeth bare, and eyes flashing.

"Dey might nae like what happens if dey bite . . . But I might," he grinned, leaning closer and reclaiming his bottle. As he leaned back away, he listened to her second statement he nodded. "Havenae considered settlin down?"

[/color] he questioned her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[*Kittlez.]

Feeling a low, reverberating chuckle begin to rise from her throat, Peri grinned like a wolf amongst sheep, allowing the bottle to be taken from her possession, taking her own glass as if she had grown bored of his fancy vodka and moved on to a more interesting beverage. It was nice, though. You can't get much better than high class...

Smirking, she crossed one leg over the other and leaned forwards, placing her elbows on her knees and resting her chin in her palms, gazing at the young man who seemed to be her entertainment for the night. He seemed interesting enough. Hell, if she got enough drinks down him, she could very well play him like a puppet on a string.

She was certainly dressed for it, anyway. She wore a red silk corset that set off her eyes and accentuated her, ahem, plentiful bust, and dark denim shorts, dark patterned tights clung to her legs, battered red sneakers on her feet to make a change from all the women tottering around on heels. She needed to be light on her feet just in case she pissed someone off, of course. Just the thing to give a helping hand to getting exactly what she wanted. A little exposed flesh here and there was never a bad thing, was it?

Flitting her eyes down towards the floor, she leaned a little closer, so that her next soft words could be heard clearly over the pounding beat of the music.

"Now, I'm sure you would... but I warn you, I can get a little... dominant. You don't seem the type who would just close their eyes and let someone guide them..."

As they parted, both leaning back towards their respective seats, Peri paused for a moment at his next question, angling a slightly odd, but curious gaze at him. Settling down. It wasn't a thought that had really occurred to her, not for a long time.

"I... I think I'm a little too much of a free spirit for that yet."

As hard as she tried, the comment came out a little strained and awkward, having gotten her thinking along the lines of her own kind. She was a loner in every sense of the word. Surely it would make sense to join a pack or something along those lines, ensuring her safety and whatnot. Not that she needed protection, of course not.

She was absolutely fine on her own.

Clearing her throat, she regained her composure, smirking comfortably again as she met his gaze levelly.

"What about you? Are you a regular around here?"

[Grimm]

[glow=white,2,300]Cyrus O'Conner

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Stand up and Fight for yourself

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Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle as the female whispered to him. No, he wasn't the type to allow the female be dominate; however, that didn't mean that he wasn't the type to just roll over and over look a pretty girl who was teasing him. Instead, he took another shot of vodka before turning back to the female and winking at her. "Lassie, ye have nae idea what type I be,"

[/color] he growled.

He listened to her, nodding when she stated that she was a free spirit. He could understand that, there had been countless times that he had been interested in leaving and traveling, but the Validus pack was all he had ever known. As it was, the pack was slowly starting to reform but the Alpha was still missing. The low growl that escaped his maw went unheard by him and he ended up squeezing the bottle to hard and ended up cracking the neck of the bottle. Before he actually broke the bottle of fine vodka, he set it down hoping that she missed the sound of the bottle breaking.

"I am. I donae libe dat far from dere," he stated, nodding toward the door. "My name is Cyrus O'Conner. Wat's yers?"[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]