[He cuts her off again, and Cadence is about ready to just take a bar stool and beat him to death with it. She's hungry, damn it, and he's scaring away her would-be meals.]
Why the hell do you think you deserve it?
[That smile, forced as it was getting, is all gone now. She can't quite put her finger on what he is beyond "not-human", making it harder to gauge if she'd win a fight against him, but she's two seconds from trying anyway.]
[ Clay peels back his lips in response, smiling wide as he focuses his powers to bring his teeth to razor sharp points. After a second he's careful to shift them back into little human chiclets before closing his mouth to speak. ]
I can make it worth your while, I promise. Let me buy you a drink to start, and then you can tell me why you have the intoxicating smell of seaweed and low tide if you think you can trust me. Can I just get that from you?
[She doesn't flinch per say, but the flash of predatory teeth clearly registers with her as dragon, a fucking dragon, you have to be kidding me. So much for taking him out back and wringing his neck.]
I don't know if anyone's told you, but it's rude to tell a woman she smells of rotting fish. And you owe me a hell of a lot more than just a drink.
[Her jaw sets, and she tries not to grit her teeth; he's absolutely obnoxious. She absently ponders how difficult it would be to drown a dragon while he attempts his "smoldering look."]
[And entitled, good god. Cadence's glare gets even more severe; some of the men who had been staring enviously earlier seem to feel the change in her, and quickly look uneasy and confused.]
And when was the last time you got a no? Not every female you meet is a fucking wilting maiden in a tower, you self-absorbed, glorified leather handbag.
[Her eyes flash something dangerous; she's not a match for him physically, true, but this close to the water? She'd have the advantage if he really was stupid enough to push it.]
Forget the damn drink, I'm going elsewhere. Thanks for ruining my evening, asswipe.
[And with she heads to and out the heavy wooden main door, golden hair reflecting a glimmer of gold as it catches the dim light.]
[ Clay scowls and follows her, drawing more attention that he would like from other patrons of the bar. Taking a deep breath that sounds like a growl, he hisses into her ear and takes her wrist as gently as he can to hold her before she can reach the door. ]
Give me a chance, would you? Do you know how long it's been since I've found someone like you?
[ It was way more desperate than he wanted to let on this early, but he needed something to make her stick around a while longer. Now for the dragon sort out of this was lust, her powers, or both. ]
[Cadence looks ready to choke him when he takes her wrist. She leans towards him in turn, mockingly hissing back.]
'Someone like me'? You don't know me, at all. You don't know what I am. Don't cling to the first non-human thing you see; we're different species, and we definitely don't mix.
[The groveling does ironically pacify her a bit, in that she doesn't move to rip her wrist from his grip. She always did like seeing a man(ish) on his knees, metaphorically or otherwise.]
I don't know what you are, and that's my problem. I'll find out, and then decide if you're a threat or not.
[ He smiles wryly, mostly joking. Dragons are antisocial and guarded by nature largely, but not particularly threatening to other supernatural creatures unless provoked. The "mostly" part will sway depending on what she is, and then he'll decide if grabbing this wrist was a mistake. ]
There aren't many of us who can handle each other, so my persistence is probably fucking useless anyway, but I can't say humans aren't boring the ever-loving piss out of me. It's been a long few decades since I've managed to find something besides. Can I just get a name?
[She sucks in a breath, ready to tell him off yet again for an obnoxiousness that just appears to be his base personality as this stage, but it dies on her tongue.]
[ He eyes the men she'd been talking to before and lets go of her wrist slowly. Continuing to keep his voice low he looks back at her, looking for her eyes. ]
Please, traveling. I'm not so tacky as to actually live on the waterfront. I live more in mid-central.
[If he expects the actual district out of her, he's delusional. The man - dragon - is already overly insistent enough as it is; she doesn't want him on her door step too.]
What else do you want for your little Q&A? I still haven't eaten, you know.
Fine, park, 25th and Madison. Give me... [She internally counts the time she'll need, eyes squinting upward as she deliberates in her head.] three hours, that should be enough time to grab a bite.
[And get home and avoid the park like crazy.]
Try not to look completely like a night stalker when you get there, just a tip. I don't like looking like I hang around degenerates.
[ Clay almost winces at how soft that sounds, but manages to keep it from showing. Instead he leans in and chuckles into her ear on his way out the door. ]
[Cadence suddenly has a moment of perfect clarity as to why there are so many tales of people killing dragons. How could one creature be so horny and so stupid...?
Part of her wants to try and rip his tongue from his skull, but she hopes the serious case of blue balls he'll get later tonight will suffice as punishment for that.]
Keep it in your pants, you overgrown gecko. And don't be late, I don't want you wasting my time.
[You know, like how she was about to purposely waste his.]
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Why the hell do you think you deserve it?
[That smile, forced as it was getting, is all gone now. She can't quite put her finger on what he is beyond "not-human", making it harder to gauge if she'd win a fight against him, but she's two seconds from trying anyway.]
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I can make it worth your while, I promise. Let me buy you a drink to start, and then you can tell me why you have the intoxicating smell of seaweed and low tide if you think you can trust me. Can I just get that from you?
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I don't know if anyone's told you, but it's rude to tell a woman she smells of rotting fish. And you owe me a hell of a lot more than just a drink.
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[ He chuckles and raises an eyebrow, leaning in and lowering his voice. ]
I would ask you to dinner but that may be more of second date material for us.
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And what makes you think you're getting a first?
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[ Still looking incredibly amused the more annoyed she looked. He wondered if the hunger was making her cranky. Or maybe just him. ]
I can offer to take you on one, in any case. A movie, maybe?
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And when was the last time you got a no? Not every female you meet is a fucking wilting maiden in a tower, you self-absorbed, glorified leather handbag.
[Her eyes flash something dangerous; she's not a match for him physically, true, but this close to the water? She'd have the advantage if he really was stupid enough to push it.]
Forget the damn drink, I'm going elsewhere. Thanks for ruining my evening, asswipe.
[And with she heads to and out the heavy wooden main door, golden hair reflecting a glimmer of gold as it catches the dim light.]
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[ Clay scowls and follows her, drawing more attention that he would like from other patrons of the bar. Taking a deep breath that sounds like a growl, he hisses into her ear and takes her wrist as gently as he can to hold her before she can reach the door. ]
Give me a chance, would you? Do you know how long it's been since I've found someone like you?
[ It was way more desperate than he wanted to let on this early, but he needed something to make her stick around a while longer. Now for the dragon sort out of this was lust, her powers, or both. ]
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'Someone like me'? You don't know me, at all. You don't know what I am. Don't cling to the first non-human thing you see; we're different species, and we definitely don't mix.
[The groveling does ironically pacify her a bit, in that she doesn't move to rip her wrist from his grip. She always did like seeing a man(ish) on his knees, metaphorically or otherwise.]
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[ He smiles wryly, mostly joking. Dragons are antisocial and guarded by nature largely, but not particularly threatening to other supernatural creatures unless provoked. The "mostly" part will sway depending on what she is, and then he'll decide if grabbing this wrist was a mistake. ]
There aren't many of us who can handle each other, so my persistence is probably fucking useless anyway, but I can't say humans aren't boring the ever-loving piss out of me. It's been a long few decades since I've managed to find something besides. Can I just get a name?
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...Cadence. It's Cadence.
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[ He eyes the men she'd been talking to before and lets go of her wrist slowly. Continuing to keep his voice low he looks back at her, looking for her eyes. ]
...Siren?
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Stellar deduction, maestro. Now you owe me your name.
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[ He smiles at her sarcasm and slightly in triumph that she didn't bolt the moment her wrist was free. ]
Do you usually stay nearby, or are you traveling for dinner tonight?
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[If he expects the actual district out of her, he's delusional. The man - dragon - is already overly insistent enough as it is; she doesn't want him on her door step too.]
What else do you want for your little Q&A? I still haven't eaten, you know.
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[ Clay responds, more than catching the bite in her answer. ]
Would you like to meet after you... eat, then? I don't want you to get cranky on me. And I don't think a Snickers will do the trick for you.
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[Punk.]
Hilarious. Fine, where do you want to meet?
[So she can know where to avoid.]
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[ His circles weren't very large anymore. ]
25th and Madison. There's a park in midtown. Can I trust you to be there?
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Sounds perfect.
[So that would be a no.]
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That doesn't answer my question...
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Fine, park, 25th and Madison. Give me... [She internally counts the time she'll need, eyes squinting upward as she deliberates in her head.] three hours, that should be enough time to grab a bite.
[And get home and avoid the park like crazy.]
Try not to look completely like a night stalker when you get there, just a tip. I don't like looking like I hang around degenerates.
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[ Clay almost winces at how soft that sounds, but manages to keep it from showing. Instead he leans in and chuckles into her ear on his way out the door. ]
I've never been with a mermaid before.
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Part of her wants to try and rip his tongue from his skull, but she hopes the serious case of blue balls he'll get later tonight will suffice as punishment for that.]
Keep it in your pants, you overgrown gecko. And don't be late, I don't want you wasting my time.
[You know, like how she was about to purposely waste his.]