[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Adri was hunting. What she was hunting, she was not sure yet. It might be a partner for the evening, or it might be a new guest for her playhouse. All she knew was the urge that had struck her, the urge to go out into the wide world and, in some way, conquer.

She wore high-heeled boots, adding to her already substantial height, black leather-look leggings, a red top she'd found at the mall recently and had been wanting to try out that held on with a ring-style halterneck and a clasp in the middle of her back so that it left her décolletage and midriff and most of her back bare (gotta show off the tattoos there), elbow-length, fingerless gloves, hair half up half down, nails painted black, a ring in her lip and another in her eyebrow. A spiked metal choker, black jade dangle earrings and very dark lipstick completed her outfit. Her colors were black and red and a bit of purple in some of her jewellery abd makeup. Inspecting herself in the mirror she was overall pleased, though she kept troubling the lip ring with her tongue, barely aware she was doing it.

She had no deep plan, just a goal to find targets of opportunity. The name of the bar she told her taxi driver was almost at random. She almost lit a cigarette in the cab but he gave her a dirty look and pointed at the sign. "No smoking."

She let out a longsuffering sigh. "It's impossible to smoke comfortably anywhere in this town..."

The bar was doing a brisk business but not uncomfortably crowded. Adri had brought a jacket against the fall cool but kept it slung over her shoulder as soon as she was inside. She slid up to the bar and pushed her card across it.

"Keep it open," she said. "Gimme an Aftershock for starters." She could take more alcohol then her body size would indicate; the same fast-burning effect that kept her skinny despite her atrocious diet of junk food meant she had to drink quite a lot to get really slammed. Which she had absolutely no problem with.

Her drink came out, flames dancing on top, which made her laugh and clap her hands before scooping it up to her mouth for a big gulp.

"Hey, watch it!" said the bartender. "That's still on-" The fire went out. Adri grinned at him, swallowed. "Did I scare you?"

He shook his head. "Sorry. Just didn't want you burned is all. That's a neat trick."

"It's the alcohol fumes that burn," said Adri. "You just gotta scatter them."

"I know, I know," said the bartender. "Still kind of freaky seeing you get it that close."

"Maybe I'll teach you later," said Adri. "Thimble of whiskey?"

"You got it." The bartender turned away. Adri grinned. Little did he know the flames wouldn't have harmed her no matter how close they got, and she had a much more effective method of putting them out then scattering the fumes.

Glass in hand, she rested an elbow on the bar, turning around to survey the other patrons of the bar.

Adam Cooper

[Adam Cooper]

"Dude, it will be fine. It's just a couple of drinks, enjoy the views, and we can head home. It's not like I have classes right tomorrow." The man's voice was dismissive of his friend's protests that they should get some sleep. He could only laugh at Adam's worry-wort tendencies, as both of them came through the door.

The man looks like he walked out of a catalog. Fresh out of community college, dark eyes with ear length brown hair, and a scruff that can make any lady purr. A six foot four inch frame with a white-knitted sweater and boot-cut jeans to complete the winter blue-collar look. Briefly, his brown eyes eyed the feisty looking girl at the girl. Red. Tattoos. All the makings of a solid one night stand or a broken one if things got intense. A smirk cracked his face, revealing a winning set of chompers. He had the body of a swimmer and he moved smoothly through the establishment towards a booth. If he was alone, he might have popped a squat right next to her with a quick intro and something charming to follow up to really something going. He was going to school for business, but his aura shouted play-boy.

"Keep it moving, Kurt, I'm not losing anymore sleep than I have to. It's been a long 48 hours." The man ushering the looker further, was quite not of the same breed. A five nine, stocky frame dressed with a baseball cap, glasses, and blue casual shirt. His pants were definitely black sweats with a pair of sneakers that looked like they were stolen off a hobo. Adam smelled clean at least, but he certainly made no effort to dress up.

They both sat at a booth chatting to each other about how nice the city had been so far. Nothing special. A waitress took their order before slipping off to other things. Kurt, the looker, was starting to let his eyes wander back to the girl with the tattoos. Adam shook his head, with a smile. "By the balls of Thor you work friggin fast man."

"What? She is hot do you see her?"

"Yes I do, but we have barely been here three hours which was just long enough to get your crap semi organized and into the apartment. Ya sloot."

Both men laughed as their drinks were brought to the table.

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Standing at the bar, glorying in her flash, in the attention she was getting, Adri watched the crowd, flinging smiles at those who deserved them and scorn on those who didn't. She could see the reactions in each person's expression: Nice. I'd hit that. Slut. Ooooh, tattoos. Always wanted a chick like that. Making all women look bad. Slut.

Adri flipped a finger a one particularly hard-glaring woman and sipped her drink again. Yeah, she was a slut. Who cared? She could do what she wanted. And what she wanted was to stand at the bar, strutting her stuff, showing her skin and showing off.

Eyes passed over her, and she returned smiles on more than a few. Some were good only for a smile, viewing her as a dangerous sort of good time at best. Other tried for her interest but failed to be attractive enough for her liking; men too short or too wide or with the wrong kind of face. She had her pick of the crowd, and she knew it, and she planned to exercise it.

One did catch her eye, however. Tall, good body, good hair. Adri sipped her drink and watched him, saw him eyeing her. Their gazes met, and she smiled at him, and he smiled back.

She set her drink down, burped, wiped her mouth. She looked at the guy again. He was seated with a friend, shorter, wider. She barely gave that one a glance. Suddenly she was very hungry. Rising from her seat, she strode over to their table, leggings hugging her hips tight as could be, shoulder bare, cleavage showing off.

"Hello, boys," she purred as she came near. "Got space for someone to join you?"

[Adam Cooper]

All he could think was: God damn it.

Somebody HAD to come over with -Take me home- written all over them. His blue eyes almost glared a hole into Kurt's top hoping that he might put time with his friend before putting miles on his engine. The college bound man ignored Adam to smile happily at the stranger. "We do indeed." Kurt slid his hips over giving her just enough room to sit right next to him. A move Adam found obvious and possibly overly desperate. They both gave her the once over a bit more carefully this time. Of course, Kurt looked over to Adam with puppy dogs eyes. It was like he had denied a treat a puppy. Adam tried to be polite and nodded. "Sure. It's not like we aren't open to new friends." Which is true, even Adam was hoping to just spend time with Kurt. Either way, they both knew that Kurt would owe him one for not being a certain type of blocker. The non-football kind, anyways.

Kurt gave his million dollar smile and ran a hand through his hair. Possibly one of his most charming moves he uses on perspective women. Perhaps, Adam could afford to be more vigilant here but the drink was fine and hopefully somebody out here would have a good time. "So what's you name?" Adam asked flatly. "Kurtis." The other interjected, offering his hand to her. This had Adam blinking again. "And my friend's name is--" A small kick's vibrations could be felt under the table as pain shot up Kurt's leg. A small winch could be heard, before the smile returned.

"I'm Jeremy, if that may appease my impatient friend." Kurtis turned to protest only to recieve another shin kick. "He sometimes needs a little nudge to keep from choking himself on his chain. Anyways, so....your name?" Sounding at least a little more outgoing.