She's a Stripper

Vesper · 10-22-2011, 09:28 AM

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This thread is so fun. <3 But poor Blind!

The confused, drunk girl sniffed at the soda pop offered to her but ended up declining it. Vesper shrugged, supposing all the carbonation and sugar probably wouldn’t have helped anyway if all she wanted was a quick drink. Then again, why wander to a bar? Licking moisture from the ground might have been considered barbaric nowadays, but one should be able to do whatever they wanted if they were desperate. Ves herself had the guilty pleasure of sticking to a four legs when out of public; she felt attached to it, somehow, even if the lupus form was mostly for puppies. It made her feel secure and feral rather than some washed-up lonely woman.

A copper-furred woman approached the bar, and Vesper immediately let her blue eyes wander over the red dress clinging to her body. She kept from staring too much—politeness to ladies, after all, was a virtue few still upheld—but still wore an impressed smirk before the coyote woman spoke. She laughed at her comment and rested her cheek in her palm. “I can be as feisty as you want; I’d love for you to stick around.” Her voice was teasing, as she wasn’t going to simply throw herself at the copper lady, but she still wanted to be kind; her venom was sharp but fleeting when it came to those she liked. There was no point in brushing her off, either; after all, few luperci could pull off a dress like that; it fit her gorgeously.

She laughed as the woman let out a catcall to the current performer. It seemed more and more like girls’ night, despite the men crowding the bar. The only women who came here were either with a date, looking for a date, or shared the same tastes as the guys did—well, besides the dark-furred girl hunched beside her.

The stripper flashed an alluring smile their way, and Vesper’s tail wagged before she could pull her composure together. It became harder as the tawny woman seemed to put a special effort into her performance after that, sensual without being slutty. She danced beautifully, and the smirk on Ves’ face faded into something softer but no less attentive.

There was a momentary outcry as the dancer left the stage, and Vesper found herself unable to focus on the next girl. She glanced at her empty glass, about to order a second drink, when her fur spiked up at the feeling of someone else approaching. She turned to look at the dancer, smirking again and chuckling slightly at her remark. “Yeah, a very welcome change,” she agreed, glancing at the few disappointed men glancing in their direction. She almost hadn’t been sure why she kept returning to this place, other than for some place to wallow, but the woman had reminded her.

“To say I liked the show would be an understatement,” Vesper said, raising her paw for another drink before returning her attention to the woman. She had the prettiest sky blue eyes. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” Her voice was soft. She abandoned the sight of her eyes to look at her lips for a moment, but then there was a croak of “drink” beside her.

The dark girl had her hood pulled up over her head, but now she lurched—and vomited. Vesper’s eyes widened, and while she first curled her lip in disgust, she also abandoned the endeavor of flirting and reached for her glass. She’d been sitting long enough that the ice cubes at the bottom had melted into a pitiful mouthful of water, but she knew that would be better than the bubbly Pepsi she’d tried to give to the poor young woman.

“Here, sweetheart, drink.” Vesper pushed the glass in her direction, rubbing her back for a moment before glancing at the dancer and the copper woman with a sigh.

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