[P] [M] For all his talk, he doesn't do much
p. Aura
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ooc - Takes place in Biff's bar, where Vinny has just gotten into an altercation with a patron...and lost. Can Asura come to his rescue and patch up his wounds?! And maybe scold him while she's at it?

Vinny

Vinny slammed the glass shot glass on the wooden countertop with a satisfying Thud!, bottom side facing up. Man, that hits the spot!” Vinny announced to no one in particular, releasing a satisfying burp! He had to admit, that brick headed cousin of his was now brewing some pretty respectable liquor. That, or the amber shot he had just tossed back had been traded for. Either way, it went down a lot smoother than that shitty moonshine Biff had brewed during one of Vinny’s first trips to the bar. God, even remembering how that shit tasted made the Blackrust’s eyes water!

Vinny leaned back on his stool, surveying the peaceful atmosphere through lazy, half lidded eyes. But the feeling of satisfaction would not last for much longer. Whomp! Vinny was knocked off his stool, landing hard on his ass. Carmine eyes flashed with rage as they searched for the clumsy ass fool who had knocked into Vinny’s stool.

Moment of satisfaction long forgotten, Vinny leapt up from his sprawled position to confront the culprit. A mean looking wolf hybrid looked down at him, standing almost a full head taller than the Blackrust. But the fact that the top of Vinny’s head barely reached the culprit's chest mattered little to the Blackrust. For once he was wound up like this, there was no backing down.

”You fucking asshole!” Vinny barked up at the stranger, his scarlet gaze flashing ”You clumsy assed, maggot ridden, mange riddled-” With every dirty name in the book, the Blackrust took another step closer to his opponent, until his nose was nearly buried in his chest fur. ”Wach’ where ya’ goin’ next time, huh? If there is a next time!” Puffing up his chest, the shorter male gave a growl and planted two hands on the other male’s chest, giving a shove in efforts to push the other man back.

It was over quickly. Vinny’s shove proved to be rather ineffectual against the massive hulk of a beast, who had practically yawned as the Blackrust strained and pushed. And one well aimed punch in the jaw ceased the endless tirade of name calling as well. A few kicks to the ribs ensured that the Blackrust stayed down, too. Interested onlookers returned to nursing their respective drinks once it was clear that not much of a fight was to be had, leaving Vinny sprawled out on the bar floor.

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Optime | Biff’s Bar (+626)

Medic Master Metier thread.

She had been curious upon hearing the rumors that had run rampant around the pack for a few weeks now. A bar had opened up in Amherst. It was typical that such a place would draw Sapient members of all Luperci. Full of imported and house-made booze, food, and others like them, it was right up most of the member’s ally. That, and, supposedly, the bar owner was Brandy’s own brother? Asura had seen and heard of a handful of Sapiens having snuck off to this “wonderful” place, so, naturally, she was interested to see it for herself and make her own judgement.


Asura had taken her mother’s horse, Muddy, to make the trek shorter. She had worn her usual attire, though, had done well to add a hooded poncho to her person with the colder weather. Like her mother before her, the medic’s apprentice had brought along her satchel as well. If the establishment entertained as rowdy of a group as Sapient’s members were during drinking nights, Asura was sure there might be trouble to be found.


A few other survival items had been packed in case she got stuck somewhere. All of this—Muddy and her goods—had been left in a sheltered, abandoned building close the bar. The short journey from this temporary hideout to the alcohol-driven place had been taken on foot. When she arrived, she was greeted with the loud and rowdy clamor she as used to when Sapient held their parties. Only, the individuals here were not those she was familiar with.


The young Creo could definitely see why some of her packmates had spoken so highly of the place upon actually standing within it.


Asura pulled down her hood and had shyly made her way to the counter to request a drink. The bar tender, a white wolfdog named “Spud,” offered a few choices that might suit her tastes. While she had waited for him to mix her drink, a Loner saddled up next to her and the two shared a casual conversation, though, there was a vibe from the older male that might have suggested that he sought something more. Bodies moved about and voices ranged between casual talk, slurs, and obnoxious yells. The place seemed to be quite the little hangout, and quite lively too.


A commotion near the bar counter drew everyone’s attention. It appeared to be an altercation between a short-statured dog and a wolf hybrid. From the sounds and look of things, the taller of the two had been looking to cause trouble, either that, or a reason to knock the spitfire of a dog down a notch. A blur of heat-filled words were unleashed from the tri-colored dog’s mouth before things got physical.


In the end, the taller wolf hybrid appeared to have gotten what he had been looking for, and left the fiery male sprawled out on the floor. Everyone resumed what they had been doing before the little show. The gentleman that had been talking Asura up chuckled and made a remark at the sight. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head and excusing herself from his presence.


She was thankful to have a reason to be rid of the man, though, it was a shame it was at another’s expense.


The medic’s apprentice weaved her way through the crowded bodies towards the loser of the bout. She crouched near his head, one arm resting on her thigh as she stared down at him with her turquoise eyes. Gently, she reached out to poke the muscled male in the nose to see if he had been knocked out or just winded. “Sir? Are you okay?”





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ooc - Feel free to elaborate/add any injuries Vinny has when Asura begins her inspection!

Vinny

It really had not taken much to take the shorter man down. A punch in the nose sent Vinny reeling back, howling as he cupped his muzzle in his hands. Another punch to the jaw sent him on his knees, and some swift kicks to his ribs ensured that he stayed on the grimy floor, made sticky with fallen drinks and god knew what else. And if that wasn’t enough, a good crack on the head upon falling face first onto the wooden boards sent stars shooting across his vision. A pink haze settled across his eyes and then...blackness.

Sadly, it wasn’t black for long. ”Eh...what the fuck?” Vinny muttered out loud as he surveyed his surroundings. Okay...either he was experiencing a really bad trip or Roxy had slipped something into his drink again. Because right now, Vinny dreamt that he was high in the fucking clouds, standing in front of the god damn pearly gates. Hmmmm, maybe he had died. The Blackrust wasn’t a particularly religious man, but even he had the sense to not completely deny the existence of a life after death…ehehe, the afterlife. But as fate would have it, no other than Biff blocked his way to the other side. Vinny might’ve laughed at the tiny ass wings that sprouted from his cousin’s back if his cousin wasn’t in his fucking way….

It was a rather short, sucky ass dream if Vinny said so himself. Biff was still Biff, just with angel wings. And some genius thought it was a good idea to make him the guard of the pearly ass gates? Needless to say, Vinny never got the chance to go inside, for Biff kept giving him noogies and laughing raucously to piss him off.

The Blackrust wasn’t certain how long he had been out when he began rousing from his forced sleep, his eyelids blinking slowly. In fact, if not for the pounding in his head and the metallic tang of blood in his mouth to jog his memory, Vinny would have assumed that he was waking from a quick power nap in the back room of the bar. A hazy figure squatted eye level to the fallen Blackrust, still just a silver blur as Vinny adjusted to the real world. Boop. The stranger had the audacity to boop him on the nose, as if he were some common side show freak! With an exaggerated groan, Vinny dropped himself upright, grimacing not just from the pain but from the stickiness of the bar floor that stuck to his fur. Disgusting...absolutely disgusting...

”Wha?” Vinny responded to the medic’s question intelligently. As his vision focused, he found himself looking into the teal eyes of a rather pretty looking wolf, whose head was cocked in observation. ”Urgh…” Vinny’s mouth puckered, and he leaned over to spit a gob of blood onto the floor. And not only that, but a white glint pinged! on the floor boards.

A tooth. He had lost a fucking tooth, and that was the last goddamn straw. ”No, I’m not okay!” Vinny growled, rubbing his eyes to appease the throbbing in his skull ”My tooth...my goddamn tooth…” Vinny mourned the loss of his canine, and the world swam in front of him as he attempted to get up. Whoa, that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. So he plunked back down, a frown etched in his features.

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At her poke, the tri-colored male seemed to have been, indeed, knocked out, as he slowly stirred to her pestering. Cardinal eyes blinked from beneath dark lids, looking unfocused as they wobbled and appeared to be trying to discern their surroundings. He groaned then, a further indication of the male coming back to the world of the living, and moved to sit up. Asura sat back to allow him room to move, turquoise eyes watching him carefully to make sure he was okay.


The dog seemed to be confused if his unintelligent reply to her question was anything to go by. Instead of finishing whatever train of thought he had though, he turned away from her, spitting out a bit of blood and…a tooth—from the looks of it—onto the floor boards. Asura frowned a bit at the sight, both because of what it entailed from a medical standpoint and because she realized just how unsanitary the bar floor was if this was what many canines ended up doing. Spit, alcohol...other bodily fluids. It sent a tingle up her spine in disgust.


Her attention was brought back to her impromptu patient as he yelled at her, appearing to be mourning the loss of his tooth as he rubbed his eyes and lamented so. He tried to get up then, and Asura’s hands shot out, ready to help the beaten dog to his feet or at least help him fall a little more gracefully than the last time he’d struck the floor. Thankfully though, the short man seemed to realize his unsteadiness, and he sat—more like threw himself back down onto the floor like a child throwing a tantrum—down.


“You shouldn’t be biting off more than you can chew,” she chided him gently, a pitying smile on her lips. Asura looked him over, mentally noting what areas she would have to check should he permit her to see to his medical needs. His ribs, she had seen kicked. And she had seen a bit of blood beginning to trickle down his forehead, likely from where he had hit the floor or maybe caught a stool or something on the way down. “I’m a medic, and, while I can’t do anything for your tooth, I can stop some of the bleeding you have going on?” She looked pointedly at his forehead before shifting her gaze to his mouth.


She looked around, not liking that they were basically in the middle of a traffic area. “If I help you, do you think you could move somewhere so you won’t be stepped on?” She paused for a moment before adding, “Wouldn’t want to leave yourself open for another attack from that brutish male, would you?”





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Vinny

The silver woman sat back, allowing the Blackrust some space to come to his surroundings. ”Aw, what’chya lookin’ at?” Vinny slurred as he attempted to stand up. As pretty as she may be, the way her turquoise gaze bore into him unnerved him. He didn’t like it when people stared at him. As Vinny quickly came to realize that standing up was not a good idea, the young woman’s hands shot out, fully prepared to steady him like a good lil’ Girl Scout. But before the tri colored male further required the Creo’s support, with a huff the stout man planted his ass back on the ground.

”Aw, please, I know what I can fuckin’ handle.” Vinny growled back at Asura’s chidings, meeting her pitying smile with a competing frown of his own. Granted, he didn’t know if the silver woman was referring to him standing up, or the incident that had landed him in this mess in the first place. But either way, he sure as hell didn’t need any guardian angel pointing him in the right direction. Granted, in his current crippled, and rather woozy state, perhaps the Blackrust wasn’t in any shape to argue otherwise.

”A medic, huh?” Vinny muttered. Loons, the lot of them. What did they know, with their fancy smelling plants and horrid tasting potions? Good for me, my ass! But as birds were still chirping around the Blackrust’s head, even he had to admit that he was in no shape to deny medical service, as sketchy as it may be. ”Say...yer not a quack, are ya?” Vinny had the gall to ask, eyeing the silver woman with blatant suspicion. Regardless of Asura’s answer, however, it wasn’t like Vinny had any better options to choose from.

”Please….I could take him for a second round!” Vinny claimed, rather unconvincingly as he unceremoniously spat another glob of blood onto the bar floor. Nonetheless, the tri colored male allowed his arm to be lifted around Asura’s shoulder for support. ”Eh...I can lead you to the lounge.” Vinny nodded towards the back, where a curtain stood in place. The lounge was probably as close to privacy as anyone could get in Biff’s bar. With a grunt, and some help from the silver medic who was stronger than she looked, Vinny was standing on two legs once more.

”Ah...I can just lay down here…” Vinny spoke as the duo came across the ratty old couch in the lounge. While the space was snug, and certainly full of clutter, at least the curtain offered an illusion of privacy. With a groan Vinny sank into the couch cushions, which were considerably more comfortable than the dingy bar floor had been,

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You,” she replied simply with a soft chuckle, “You took quite a beating from your opponent just a few moments ago.” It had been an unfair fight, or, at the very least, an uncalled for one. However, she knew not what the male and the dog before her had between them. They hadn’t seemed to truly recognize each other from what she had witnessed, so, the likelihood that the act had been done out of spite was more of a possibility, even if an unfortunate and sour one.


Still, despite her words and lecturing, the feisty, cardinal-eyed male insisted that he had known what he had been getting into. To this, the Creo offered a simple, delicately raised brow, as if to ask him if he truly had known what he could handle. From what she—and the rest of the bar—had witnessed, he had just had his ass handed to him. She chose to not comment on the matter though, feeling it might be more of his sore pride speaking than anything else.


She nodded once when he questioned her title as a medic. When he continued though, Asura couldn’t help but to let out a laugh. “No, definitely not,” she denied, shaking her head at the absurdity of the question. “Everything I do and have done have had proven results, it’s not some ‘magic’ or ‘holy water’ bullshit.” The thought, ha! As if those individuals could really call themselves “medics!”


The man continued to insist that he could take on his previous opponent, and the Creo had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at his bravado. Spitting more blood on the floor and bleeding from his forehead, Asura doubted any rematch would lean very strongly in the tri-colored male’s favor. Still, despite his show of confidence in his skills, the dog allowed himself to be helped by her. He slung an arm around her, and she helped him to his feet.


With the man standing, Asura helped him stagger to the curtained off area to which he had indicated. Pulling it back, she was surprised to find a decently sized little area hidden away from the main part of the building. It wasn’t huge by any means, but, it was larger than she had expected, even if cluttered with things.


Her patient indicated his want to lay on the couch, and the young woman obliged. As he sank into the cushions, Asura shifted her satchel around and placed it on one of the nearby cushions near him. “How do your ribs feel?” She asked as she opened her bag, rummaging through it for something to blot his head injury with. Finding some spare cloth, she fished it out and moved to stand partially in front of the sprawled out man. “Lean forward, would you, please?”


“I’m Asura Creo, by the way.” Might as well let him know who was attempting to patch him up. “Member of Sapient.”





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ooc - I couldn't resist

Vinny

To Vinny’s satisfaction, the silver medic responded to his suspicions with a heated response, even throwing a nicely worded bullshit into her response. ”Good.” was all that the tri colored male grunted in reply, though a toothy grin cracked at the Creo’s language. This lady, whoever she was, seemed to take great pride in being a “real” medicine woman. Vinny could respect a woman who was confident enough in her abilities to stick to her guns. But there was only one way to put the medic’s skills to the test.

While the bar lounge was not an impressive room by any means, the Creo seemed satisfied enough with the fact that it had a couch to prop the Blackrust up on. Vinny eyed the woman as she rummaged through her satchel, eventually selecting a spare piece of cloth. Truth be told, Vinny was still seeing double, but from what he could see the medic was a fine looking woman, indeed. She had some curves, though these were matched with an athletic prowess and natural strength that could rival Vinny’s own. Perhaps the Blackrust’s eyes were lingering on the woman’s ass for too long, but he could always blame the head injury. Hell, might as well get something from that.

Vinny blinked as the pretty woman probed him with a question. ”My ribs?” Vinny parroted, being the genius that he was. A brief second later the crease in his brow smoothened as he spoke hurriedly ”Yeah, my ribs! Hurts like a bitch to breathe, but I’ve been through this before. T’is nothing.” Perhaps it wasn’t such a bright idea to boast that he had been kicked in the ribs before this incident, but Vinny puffed out his chest nonetheless. With a slight wince, because hey, his ribs did hurt like a bitch.

”Course.” Vinny flashed what was probably supposed to come across charming grin as he leaned forward for the woman to begin tending to his head wound. The tri colored male did his best to keep his eyes trained on the medic’s face rather than her breasts, however soon enough his carmine eyes trailed down. Alright, maybe he didn’t try his absolute best. Focusing had never been Vinny’s strongest point, especially after his skull had been knocked around.

”Asura, huh?” Vinny’s gaze darted up once more to the Creo’s teal gaze. ”Pretty name for a pretty lady, heh.” The tri colored male flashed the silver woman another sharp, toothy grin, showcasing the lovely gap where his missing tooth was once firmly rooted. ”Name’s Vinny. Blackrust.” The stout male couldn’t remember if he had introduced himself earlier, but eh, fuck it.

Well, with introductions out of the way, perhaps he could have a little fun with this. ”Ms Creo,” Vinny purred ”I’m sure you have lots of cures n’ stuff in that little bag of yours,” A grin grew wider across the tri colored male’s face had he continued ”But you should know, seeing that pretty face of yours is making be feel better already.” It was mighty flattering that such a pretty lady choose to help him during his plight.

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Why I love El threads: They’re always fun(ny)!


She paused in her search for the materials and tools she would need, turquoise gaze sliding to look at the doggish male out of the corner of her eye. A delicate brow was quirked. Her expression was somewhere between being amused with the brawler or wanting to roll her eyes at his boasting. “How…often do you get into fights around here?” She asked—chuckling a little, either from his words or his later wince as he presumably hurt his ribs from his chest-puffing, it was uncertain—as she went back to her work. Some part of her wanted to assume that it was quite often with how the tri-colored male had brushed off his injuries thus far.


Asura pretended to be oblivious with the sightseeing that the male did. It was something she noticed happened a bit more outside of Sapient, particularly at the bar. The men in her pack seemed rather tame compared to some of the patrons. Rowtag was quite the gentleman, and the other Sapiens were either older—and therefore not interested in pursuing her—or didn’t care. Moon Moon had been the only one to do anything otherwise, and…Asura had been quick to remedy—or try to—that.


In the end, her main concern was getting the man patched up after his unjust beating, not fussing over some—at the given time—harmless, wandering eyes.


The Sapien lightly blotted the cloth to his head injury, eventually applying a constant, continuous pressure once she was able to see the extent of it and judge it to be rather minor despite the blood. Thankfully, the guy didn’t have a lot of hair on his head, so, it made finding the wound easy, and made the clean up even easier.


At the introduction of her name, the male offered her a compliment and a wild grin. The look was completed with the hole in his smile where his missing tooth would have been. At the sight, Asura couldn’t help but to chuckle softly. “Is Vinny short for Vincent?” She asked, trying to cover up how inappropriate she thought it to be to find humor in the dog’s broken smile.


While she waited for the bleeding to stop, Vinny thought himself smooth to drop something that the Creo instantly recognized as a pick-up line. To it, Asura smirked and chuckled, the look in her eye playful. “Hmmm, het is jammer dat ik geen remedie heb om je meer hersencellen te geven.”


She lifted the cloth, checking to see if the injury had properly clotted yet. A bit of blood still bubbled to the surface, but, it was noticeably slower and less than it had been before. Satisfied, she reached for one of Vinny’s hands, wanting to guide it to hold the cloth to his head should he let her take it. She wanted to get some salve to help promote healing. With the injury so minor, she wouldn’t have to use much and could spare some for the Blackrust.


“What do you do around here, Vinny? Besides get into trouble?”





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ooc - Poor Asura, all she wanted was to help the guy Dx

Vinny

The Blackrust abandoned his tough act as soon as the Creo began applying the cloth to his head wound, grunting softly at the increase in pressure. Thankfully the stinging soon ceased, and Vinny was able to redeem himself once more with a smarmy grin. The blood flow from the cut had since stanched, the wound evidently looking much worse than it actually was. Though it was quite possible that Vinny lost more than a few brain cells from the fall, if he truly believed that he had a chance of wooing Asura with his flattery.

Vincent?! Vinny choked out in disbelief, sputtering with laughter ”What kinda fancy ass name is that?!” The tri colored male slapped his knee in amusement, grossly mistaking the Creo’s laughter as flirtatious rather than a teasing one. Eventually the raucous laughter subsided, and the dog returned his carmine gaze to the Creo’s teal one. ”Nah, s’ just Vinny.” The Blackrust paused, a mischievous gleam returning to his eye ”Though you can call me anything you want, sweetheart.”

In response to his pick up line, Asura recited something in a foreign language that Vinny couldn’t quite wrap his head around. But from the smirk she gave him, it was most likely a positive reception, right?! And hey, amusement was more promising than a flat out rejection. The man’s lips parted, most likely to spew out something lewd, however what happened next surprised him. The silver woman actually reached down, and took his hand!

”Aw, I do a lot of things,” Vinny replied, a wicked gleam in his eye ”Mainly I serve as the muscle around this place, kicking out anyone who gets too rowdy.” At this, an arrogant lift of his chin resumed ”But I can do pretty much anything. Bartending, serving, cleaning.” Though the degree of cleaning that the Blackrusts actually did was debatable

”And, of course, amusing pretty ladies such as yourself.” The Blackrust smiled coyly, still holding onto the Creo’s hand. However with his free hand, Vinny made a move to embrace Asura at her waist, hoping to cop a feel.

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It’s okay xD She’s a toughie


Vinny it was. Like the man himself, the name was lacking in anything regal to be had to it. Simple and different, a perfect fit for the stout dog. It was obvious from how he took to the suggestion that class was not something the ruffian knew well of. Asura smiled, amused, by his laughter. To his playful tone though, she raised a hand to lightly smack his broad shoulder. “I’m sure you’d like that.”


No matter what she called him though, it would not get him any closer to first base with her, much less, allow him even a chance to bat.


To his response to what he did, she raised a skeptical brow. “Is that so?” It was clear from her tone that she had some doubts in his listed duties. “I hope your bartending and serving skills are better than your fighting and cleaning,” she chuckled playfully. On a serious note though, she did hope he had more to boast for there, because, from what she had seen thus far, he didn’t look to be the best fighter…and the floors could use some tender love and care.


Out of her peripheral vision, she saw his other hand come up to try to move around her waist. She caught him by his wrist before he could touch her though, the claws of her index finger and thumb pinching his skin. “As well as your attempts to woo a woman out of your league,” she added, showing a bit of teeth in her warning smile.


She twisted her other hand out of his grip then before stepping away from the man entirely so that he could not snatch her up. “Now, shall I continue to work my cures, Mister Vinny? Or am I going to have to cut our visit short?” Asura leveled him with a look. While she did not fancy the idea of not finishing her work, she was not afraid to leave if he couldn’t keep his roaming hands to himself. She was a medic of Sapient, not some common bar whore, and she would not stand to be treated as much.





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ooc - I figured we could probably wrap this up with our next couple posts? Thank you for such an amusing thread <3

Vinny

In response to the Blackrust’s jesting - although Vinny was being quite serious - Asura released a small laugh and gave Vinny a light slap on the shoulder. Undeterred by the Creo’s behavior, Vinny flashed the woman a toothy grin. Oh, it was not in his nature to give up so easily - not just yet. However the dog played nice for a while, allowing Asura to continue her work. At the Blackrust’s boasting, Asura could only raise a skeptical brow. ”Honey, even fighters like me can have an off day once in a while.” Vinny retorted. Though his voice remained smarmy, a defensive note raised it an octave.

As for the Creo’s skeptical reaction towards the amount of cleaning he did, well, what could he say to that? He was the bouncer for fuck’s sake, not Biff’s maid! But the silver medic was right about one thing - his bartending skills were superb. ”Bartending ain’t as easy as it sounds,” Vinny continued, raising a brow ”On really busy days, it’s a shit fest! Orders coming in from all directions, glasses breaking…” The Blackrust trailed off as if he were deep in thought. For some reason, Vinny acted as if bartending were akin to fighting in a war.

And now was the time to make his move - just when Asura thought that he exposed his soul. SO Vinny reached - kept reaching, almost there! And then a hand deftly caught his wrist before he made it to the target. Vinny blinked as steely teal eyes met carmine, and as fingers warningly pinched the sensitive skin of his inner wrist. ”Now, then,” Vinny responded, his lips pulling back into a pout at Asura’s warning. The Blackrust was never one to take rejection well, or handle it in a mature manner.

As Asura released his wrist, Vinny pulled back close to his chest, rubbing the sore spot where Asura pinched his skin. ”No, no,” Vinny insisted at the Creo’s threat, looking up in alarm. The difference this time was, Asura actually had something he wanted - her medical expertise. It wouldn’t go well to piss his medic off even further, not when he was still hurting from his last encounter with a patron.

While the blatant rejection stung more than he would ever admit, Vinny folded his hands neatly in his lap. ”I’m ready, miss,” The Blackrust forced through gritted teeth ”And I’ll be a good boy this time.”

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Sorry for the wait! @___@ Yes, wee can wrap this up in the next round or with your post!


His defensive comment caused the medic to only become more tickled at his expense. Her turquoise eyes were brimming with humor as she rolled them. Vinny seemed quite intent to keep his ego in tact despite the fire that it came under. He was confident to say the least—even if, perhaps, overly so—and his ability to bounce back despite volley after volley from her was commendable. It wouldn’t get him in bed with her, but, commendable.


Vinny was sure to make her know that his role in the bar and his skills with bartending were no laughing matter. She was amused, though, not swayed. Having yet to see the man be able to back up any of his talk, the Creo wasn’t wholly convinced. Her experience with him thus far had been of him pissing off the wrong Luperci, getting decked into the floor, and then him making flirtatious passes at her. Still, she offered him a smirk for his efforts to convince her that he had talents…somewhere.


They certainly wasn’t with capturing respectable women.


He pouted, and she might have laughed at the sight of it had she not just gotten onto him for getting too big for his britches. Vinny caught her message loud and clear, and, for his retreat, she respected him a bit more for it. Her parents and uncle had warned her about some men, and how even an obvious “no” would not deter them from what they wanted. Even for all his advances and attempts to get her to reciprocate, the man appeared to have had some manner of moral upbringing to him.


It was either that, or he thought her too much trouble than it was worth. Asura liked to think kinder of her doggish patient.


Nonetheless, Asura was glad to see Vinny school himself and agree to being “good,” even if how he worded it suggested sarcasm with the remark. “Thank you.” She returned to what she had intended to do from the start; retrieve her salve. After a quick rustle through her satchel, she procured the wooden jar. The Sapien undid the top, a strong scent of medicine wafting from the container as she dipped two fingers into it.


She scooped up a bit of the salve as she turned back to Vinny, her hand poised to apply it to his head. “This should help it heal a little better, perhaps even a little quicker.” The corner of Asura’s lips twisted up in a teasing smile, “So long as you don’t get into another fight before it has done its work.”





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ooc - We can end this with your next post, or here if you'd like <3

Vinny

Somehow the humor reflected in the Creo’s teal gaze made her rejection so much worse. Hell, it would have been more soothing to Vinny’s ego if Asura struck him across the face and stormed out, never to be seen again. Then at least the Blackrust could rant and rave about the silver woman as much as he pleased - with her safely out of earshot, of course. But the reality was that the Creo was here to stay, and Vinny’s very life was in her hands. And no, he was not being dramatic at all.

All in all, it appeared that the damage Vinny inflicted trying to cop a feel of his doctor’s ass was nothing that couldn’t be mended. After a moment of decision, the Creo delivered a curt nod in response to Vinny’s half assed apology and set about to patching him up once more. While Vinny often crossed his fingers when making promises, this time he stayed true to his words. Well, relatively. While the stout male kept his hands to himself, his eyes still wandered about lecherously, pausing on less-than-reputable parts of the female anatomy.

Vinny wrinkled his nose as Asura unscrewed the top of a wooden jar - the scent that wafted from its contents were far less than favorable. ”God!” Vinny exclaimed, nearly choking on the stuff ”What is this shit?!” Seemingly ignoring the Blackrust’s complaints, the silver woman dipped two fingers inside the jar, scooping out a hefty amount of the mysterious salve. Vinny shrank back as Asura held her hand over the cut on his forehead. ”Will-will it hurt?” Vinny asked in a piteous whine, bracing himself for the inevitable.

At Asura’s final comment, the Blackrust gave a smirk. ”Can’t make a promise to that, darling,” Vinny sneered ”My job doesn't involve me sitting on my ass.” Of course, that was precisely his job description. Nonetheless, Vinny rolled his shoulders in a dramatic display, practically preening with his nonexistent muscle mass.

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